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[Qloos]

Xanthius
Strong
Agile
Very Tough

Proficient Axedwarf
Proficient Intimidator
Dabbling blah blah blah social skills, (including consoling.)
Competent Wrestler
Competent Shield user
Armor user
Dabbling Mason
Dabbling Record keeper

Quite Content
Meager Office
Meager Quarters
Meager Dining Room
1 Cabinet, (with his gloves neatly stored inside.)

Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 7th Month Day 15.
Eternally curious, my bodies shell drifts to the South.  Where-upon I spot a caravan approaching my old home with supplies.  The wagon driver looks over at the Outpost Liaison with bunched eyebrows and a tone that a mother would use to a misbehaving child.
"Erm, that's really not necessary Sigun.  You can put that back in the caravan."
To which Sigun, the Extremely Strong Outpost Liaison replies: "Nonsense!  Why should your horse have to do all the work!"
The wagon driver scratches his cold nose and replies "Uh, well you see this invention I like to call the wheel it -"
"OH!  THERES THE FORTRESS!" Screams the Outpost Liason, not listening anymore.
Sigun then underhand tosses whatever trinket he was carrying into the wagon - causing the front wheels to briefly go airborn.  Getting on his hands like a sprinter he bolts for the fortress!
"It's a race!  I'm winning!"  He hollers to no one, as he easily outruns the wagons with his perfectly agile body.  Racing North with such speed the Mammoth decide they best retreat to the West.  Lest they be killed on impact by wake of such a man.

Running Directly into the fortress, Sigun spots the stairs and bounds down them 10 at a time.  A little farther down the hall he skids to a stop right in front of Xanthius and. . .
. . . bumps his knee on the table Xanthius was writing upon. . .
Sigun screws up his face and falls to the floor crying, for Sigun is not in the slightest bit tough.

Crying in agony, Sigun manages to ask "What requests *sniff* do you have of our merchants?"
Xanthius grabs Sigun by the shoulders and commands "MORE WOOD!!!"
Sigun, his beard being blown over his shoulder, takes Xanthius tone in stride.  Lifting him with one hand he gives himself a bit of breathing room.  "Good, what else?"  He asks taking out a scroll.
Seeds
A donkey
and Empty bags and barrels.

Sigun dots it all off, "So, you're the clerk around here?"
"I'M THE ONLY PERSON AROUND HERE"
"Yeah, but you're a Clerk right?  You were doing paperwork when I got here after all."
"Erm well."  Xanthius pauses to consider if Sigun is insulting him.  "Yes, I am."
"Good, Lets continue the meeting then."









Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 7th Month Day 20.
The Caravan has arrived and finished unloading, Xanthius begins carrying my clothing to sell at the depo.  Even my cave spider silk dress.  Remorseless bastard.  As nearly a whole day has passed and Xanthius has hardly carted a tenth of the goods to the depo, he decides it'd be a more economical use of his time to just sell the giant cave spider silk clothing and save the rest as spare.







Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 8th Month Day 3.
Finally, after more than 2 weeks the clothing is piled upon the depo.  One bored trader asks "Wouldn't it of been more efficient to use a bin?" 
"SHUTUP!" Xanthius barks.
". . . just askin' . . ."
Looking over the goods, Xanthius has a good idea of their worth, but he has no idea what sort of disposition the traders are in.  Roughly, to Xanthius glee, the clothing costs about 5300.  Plenty for what he wants.
"How much wood you got?" He asks.
"2 lo-"
"TWO?!"
"Yeah, you need wood?"
An awkward silence passes when all that is heard is the wind on the vast treeless glacier.
"Whatelse you want?"
Native Silver blocks (50)
4 Metal Cages (100)
4 Tower-cap Barrels (60)
Ale Barrel (60)
Mead Barrel (85)
Giant Ant Chitin Armor (120)
Dimple Cup Bag (40)
3 Leather bags (200)
-Silver Hatchet- (200) [Best god damn axe they had]
*<<+Steel Heater Shield+>>* (1470) Studded with Lay Pewter.
-Steel Winged Helmet- (900)
20 Plump Helmets (80)
5 Elk Meat (20)

Trade Complete.  Firstly, all labor disabled except food hauling. 







Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 8th Month Day 5.
"So you're a Trader now?"  Asks Sigun.
". . . Excuse me while I get the door for you." Exasperated Xanthius Replies.






Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 8th Month Day 14.
Rellik has died from thirst.  Her body found curled into a ball and dehydrated inside her room.  As Xanthius slowly carries her body to the graveyard at the sea, a weight lifts from him.  He feels a little lighter than before.
Very Agile!






Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 8th Month Day 21.
The caravan has left, the fortress more barren and lonely than ever before.  But the lonely Muskox has returned, and the Mammoth have been replaced with their living counter parts.  Hopefully a sign of better times.

[HFS]

Journal of Xanthius, 21st of Limestone

The trading went better than expected, and the candle has been re-lit. My candle.

Rellik is dead from thirst.

Things are slowly, but surely getting better. That Muskox has returned, for one. Those accursed skeletal mammoths have been replaced with their living counterparts.

But I still need those DAMNED LOGS!

...On a side note, I'm a bit faster now. And that liason was pathetic...bumps his knee and started crying. In his defense, the location he bumped it *does* hurt a bit more than anywhere else, but still...that was pathetic.

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So...now what?

[Dermonster]

i like how noone responded to how good my eulogy was

[Qloos]

It was a good Eulogy, so good in fact, that I didn't want to ruin the mood with non story related text.

[Qloos]

Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 8th Month Day 27.
New goals must be decided upon if progress is going to be made.

• A reliable source of clean water.
• Continue to improve physically to battle off undead menaces.

Two things fit the bill perfectly:  Digging and pump operation.  In short: A water reservoir.  Using those two pieces of wood from the traders, a corkscrew and wooden pipe will be made.  Pumping the water and leaving the salt behind: all water will be moved cleanly into an underground artificial lake for public use.  Xanthius has already begun work on the materials required.







Journal of the ghost of Enyo, 9th Month Day 7.
Xanthius hears a dwarven voice from outside the walls.  Although I can't fathom why they'd want to live here, perhaps they got lost.  Or they were driven here to seek shelter from the wildlife.


Sadly enough, a family is forced to live here.  A child should not be forced to play within cold ice.

One named Metila came with a fisher friend, and seemed to want to come here to begin with.  Curious of what creatures swim our oceans; he dreams of hauling in fish to the ceiling.

While Unish spoke of nothing but hatred for the undead and how they drove him here, his family lost in the ice.  Just like Xanthius companions.  They make plans to spar together later.

[Keita]

This is awesome stuff. Also well done dermonster =3

[Haspen]

I claim that Stoneworker! Call him... or wait, don't change his name. Just get '' so he will be easy to spot in the crowd.

And make him engrave sculpt the ice!

And ice statues!

[Halmie]

Can I please claim the weaponsmith? Call him Mish!

[Jervous]

I'll take the peasant..make him a hammerdwarf and name him Jeerves.

[Vayre]

Make sure that Xanthius isn't equiped with his axe and sparring with Unish and Jeerves until they have weapons and armor as well, since a injury could mean death by dehydration, might be best to just stick to wrestling at first, or leave un-drafted and idle, let their social skills build up (and hopefully some toughness levels to speed recovery rates)

[TheHunger]

I'll take the planter.

Profession: Planter/Brewer or Planter/Cook, or if you're feeling particularly devious, Planter/Brewer/Cook.

Name: Ups II

[Qloos]

Ok, and I'll take the brat, and I'll name him just that.  Let me clarify the current situation, now that everyone has made demands and chosen a character:

• Ice cannot be used for the production of goods or furniture, DigDeeper seems to restrict the use of ice for that purpose.
• Jeerves is my mother and Urvad is my father.
• Xanthius is now Squad leader of "Adillular, 'The Walled Rooters'" with Jeerves and Unish under his command.
• I expect to have clean water within a month.  However, a well is going to take alot longer as I have no rope or chain and no means to produce either.

Character Bios:

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And I have only one thing so say about me being Ecstatic again for no good reason:

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Journal of Brat, 9th Month Day 11.
Wow, this fortress sucks!  Let me list off all the reasons why this fortress is bad.  The only guy who lives here is some crackpot guy in bone armor who's covered in blood.  He claims he didn't kill Ups I and My Mother's [Jeerves] relative, Juarous, but no one seems to believe him.

[So one person under his command is spitting mad at the undead, and the other is spitting mad at him.]

Underground there's barrels and bones and furniture just laying around everywhere.  There's some stupid half bridge to the East which is supposed to, now get this: Loop back to the land.  I know right?  So there are only 7 beds and 10 of us.  One of the bedrooms smells funny.  Like someone died in it.  Oh, and this Muskox won't leave me alone.




Journal of Brat, 9th Month Day 18.
Ups II was sitting upstairs sighing, apparently bored.  But he spotted something in one of the cages that Xanthius traded for.
"THERE'S A DEAD CHICKEN IN HERE!"
To which he immediately ran downstairs and butchered it.  Mercilessly with his bare hands.

Xanthius trains with Unish and Jeerves.  Armored and shielded, but without weapons.  Xanthius has his silver hatchet, but Unish's Mace and Jeerves Hammer will not be able to be produced until we can either trade for them, or get fuel for the furnaces.

Which means Mish is stuck doing medial labor until next year.

P.S. 2 Dwarfs are available.  A herbalist and a fisher.

[HFS]

Journal of Xanthius, 18th of Timber

A family arrived. No one should live here, lest they are forced to. Something tells me that they did not come here willingly. Except for that fisherman.

I finally got myself some sparring partners.Their names are Jeerves (Relative of Juarous) and Unish.

I still have plenty of problems, however. Those undead need to be taken care of, everyone needs a bedroom (Note: When the traders come around, if they don't have wood, I'll use their bones as substitutes).

We really need a well.

Nothing else for now.

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Thoughts, please. And who does Xanthius worship?

[Halmie]

Wow, Mish looks like a recluse.

[Qloos]

who does Xanthius worship?

Dishmab Helmedsoil was a deity that occurs in the myths of The Ashen Paddles.  Dishmab was most often depicted as a male dwarf and was associated with oaths and trade.

Journal of Brat, 9th Month Day 25.
Showing such a difference in personality, the 3 militaristic fellows have improved in their own ways.  Jeerves has become tougher, Unish more agile and Xanthius stronger.  Realizing Xanthius' skill at wrestling has actually exceeded his powers at the axe I suggested he pickup his Axe.  It's only silver, the wounds it will inflict will be light.  Which was proven by Jeerves taking multiple bruises but not a single cut.  As Xanthius hacked and hacked at Mother, as she layed on the ground, with all his might he screamed "I HATE THIS AXE!"

The single chickens skin has been tanned and is being shaped and stretched into chicken armor. I'm very curious to see who picks it up and wears it into combat.

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This is a stack of 3 raw octopus.

  Nice catch Metila!

Dad and Ups II are trying to make our limited bedrooms suck less by smoothing the ice.  Mish is carving out more bedrooms for future inhabitants.








Journal of Brat, 10th Month Day 5.
Winter.

Unish has placed the thin veneer of chicken leather over his body, the leather is so poorly worked a feather or two still sticks out.

Everyone rushes to get the screwpump constructed and pumping before the cold of winter kills someone, the majority of us stay under the Ice where it's a little bit warmer.  The others look forward to clean water, I don't see the big deal as long as we have booze.  Ups II shook a stern finger at me, "Listen Brat. . . with clean water I'll be able to get some soil to plant some seeds."  Whatever.








Journal of Brat, 10th Month Day 18.
The pump is finally built. . . and it was facing the wrong way.  Everyone is pointing fingers but we all know who's really to blame.  About a quarter of the existing bedrooms have been smoothed and Xanthius finally has the statues he's wanted.