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Nothing.

At all.

Seriously.

[Limul Thak]

The worst part of this is that we can't really have journals right now, because the battle is still raging a few dozen yards away.

[Heron TSG]

Barbarossa's log -

I only wrote this to disprove the dwarf with the retarded goose.

Anyways, I'm not actually dead!

[Jackrabbit]

No, uh, you guys took out the company. No-one else is coming after you. I didn't make it very clear but you guys had made it a fair distance before WD made a stand.

[Limul Thak]

...Ah.

Limul Thak's Journal

Holy Armok, I thought that the bastards got Workerdrone. And to think I almost lost three glasses of mead's worth of "buttering up", if you will, for some good intelligence regarding that crystal.
...
Oh, and Oldbeard was taken out too. He came back as well, and we were all happy about that one. Workerdrone's revival was more like relief than happiness.

Apparently, according to some of the boys, I'm getting more "precise", not "excited". Is this cryptic or nonsensical? What does this mean?

"Navi, what do you think?"
"I am not sure either. It could be a strange remark or a queer reference."
"Wait, they're calling me GAY!?"
"Firstly, gay is happiness, not homosexuality-"
"Learn dwarfish."
"-and secondly, I have noticed that the "boys" you mention have drawn rude drawings of you with a blue goose sticking out of your head."
"How would they know about you?"
"That tone indicates you have something to do with this..."
"Well, I have some doodles that were... "salvaged" from my pack once."
"Ah."
"Yeah..."
"But why am I BLUE? I am RED!"
"... microcline doodles always come out blue..."
"Try bauxite next time, then. I do not care for inaccuracy."

I just remembered why Navi was a goose sticking out of my head.

~LT

[WorkerDrone]

Really now? If he was trying to get Olon drunk, its not going to work. Not with human drinks anyway. It would take an awful lot of mead.

Try Dwarven Rum next time. Though where your going to get Dwarven Rum when all the Dwarves that knew how to brew it are back home. And dead. Or enslaved.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

 Oldbeard might know how. But even if he does, he'd still need dwarven plants.

[Heron TSG]

Labs in Memorium

[Limul Thak]

R.I.P. Labs

Ironically in more danger now than before he retired

A little memorial of my own!

[Labs]

Thanks again Barbarossa.

[Heron TSG]

np.

Workerdrone.... a little overboard? maybe.



And yes. That axe IS surgically attached to your left stump.

[WorkerDrone]

That is completely wrong. For one thing WorkerDrone is almost permanently incased in his Gold Plated Armour, which is of course missing. He wields TWO AXES for the thirtieth time. That and its a common misconception that his mighty beard is brown, but it is in fact, indeed black in color and braided.

Along with that, Olon has no stump for a left hand. In fact the notion was never even SHOWN at all through out the story, making it a ridiculous idea.

I demand you rework it again!

WorkerDrone, Egotistical Ass, has mandated 1 Obsidian Picture Slates.

The spinning slate strikes WorkerDrone in the upper body!
He is knocked over.

Ugh...nevermind...its still all wrong though.

[Heron TSG]

I thought that a robe dyed purple from goblin brain was good enough, since I can't draw armor in that small an area. will repost with beard and 2nd axe.

[Vilien]

Looks who's in this thread, vainly requesting a picture.

[Heron TSG]

new workerdrone ^^^

on it, vilien.

[Jackrabbit]

This took a stupidly long time and adds nothing much to the story! Hooray! Goddamn swine flu

The village

Labs was buying a fishing trawler. He hadn’t bothered to tell anyone that he’d quit. In his mind, it was the proof he needed that he was done with this whole business once and for all. He didn’t have a home to go back to, anyway. Barbarossa might not have known it, but the news had spread and the entire group knew of the goblin victory. They just didn’t let it bother them, in the typical dwarven way. None had wives or children and those family members let behind were best remembered by them fighting bravely, proving they were strong. So, no, it wasn’t horrific news to the stalwart dwarves. But Labs wanted out. He wanted to do what he had always wanted to do, after his time in the military was up. He wanted riches and he wanted to fish. Well, he knew how to fish and how to barter, better than most dwarves, and he made an oath to himself as he finished the transaction and went out to view his new ship, that he would be the richest person on this stinking rock by the time he was done.

Several miles travel from Isinzimkel

The dwarves trudged on.
“So, what do you recommend, Bjorn?” asked Barbarossa.
“I say we head for Isinzimkel. Its close, I did some smuggling for the warlord there once, and I’m sure he’ll have something to do. His land is extremely fertile and productive and thus he is often under attack by someone.”
“Won’t that also mean that he already has the best mercenary companies working for him?”
“Not currently. As far as I can remember, there’s a major struggle going on between two warlords on the far east of the island and most of the major companies are held up with fighting over there. We’ll be at our destination by tomorrow.”
“Aye. For now, I reckon we should make camp. It’s getting dark.”
The dwarves stopped and set up the necessary tents and fires.
“Hey, Bardbeard, have you seen Labs recently?” asked Barbarossa.
“No,” replied Bardbeard. “Now that I think of it, I haven’t. I wonder where his is?”
“Probably off trying to find a spot for fishing,” chuckled Barbarossa.
“In this frozen weather? He’d be mad!” laughed Bardbeard. “It’d be just like him. I’m sure he’ll turn up.”
They moved off to the campfires and sat down.