(Much arm-twisting with Photobucket later, and we're off!)
Journal of Kandor Rawarch:Well, that went better than expected. To be truthful, I expected it to be a great chore just to find the six I needed. Instead, I don’t think there was a hand in the hall that didn’t go up. It was a hard decision, but in the end, I found the help I needed. The expedition team is as follows:
One thing is for sure: we are dwarves, and no self-respecting dwarf can accomplish anything without stone. Doom will see to it that we have a steady supply of it.
(How fitting for a miner to worship gold.
Haspen is our brewer and cook. He doesn’t yet have the experience to brew the kind of high-quality alcohol to fuel the ship, but he’ll fuel us just fine.
A fellow engineer, Granif Dodman knows a bit about flight. His knowledge will be invaluable to the project. He’s also taken up mining and planting, to ‘pick up the slack’ as it were.
(He worships Id. I imagine him randomly dropping everything to go look at that shiny thing over there.
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Ieb Meddlesome either has a gargantuan ego or a death wish; he insists on taking only the most dangerous of tasks. Either way, another engineer will be welcome.
Spartan’s family must not have been very creative. Apparently, he is the one hundred and seventeenth male child to hold that name. Nevertheless, he’s quite skilled at swinging his axe through trees and torsos.
I was having trouble deciding among the volunteers for the final position – among them a soaper whose mental integrity I question – when the queen led me to the barracks and introduced me to a fine marksdwarf by the name of Legon. He is accompanying us to establish a garrison for the defense of the project – we won’t be taking any chances.
Our party is complete. Tomorrow, we will set out for Ucatzuglar Nitom.
Strike the earth, and claim the stars!
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