16th Granite 259The workshops are all up now, and we can start surviving in this wilderness.
Zorgoth is not impressed with the speed at which Jesus is constructing the roof, and so Zorgoth, in a brief moment of NOT wanting to kill everything that moves, decided to help out.
Dermonster has stopped hunting, until the stockpile of all the stuff he has already hunted is properly processed. But he is a very good hunter, and is conserving the bolts we have.
We are cold, but we are not frozen solid... yet. I can't wait until summer rolls around.
25th Granite 259We were awoken today by Dermonsters screams, as he was attacked by an ogre. Before we could react, he had already killed one of them (or rather, mortally wounded it)
He hit another Ogre with the arrow, but the final ogre charged in, and killed Dermonster.
Construction of our first casket has started, and from now on, all hunters will be escorted with war dogs... (Which should have been done before, but it was an oversight)
Dermonster will live with us always... and the offending ogre has been wiped out. Our resident farmer will replace Dermonster as our hunter.
17th of Slate 259Dermonster has been buried, and Jesus has taken to the job as the resident priest. His funeral service was top notch...
Dermonsters clothing has also been reclaimed. We will need it to keep warm during the winter, but I don't feel so good about wearing a dead persons clothes... even if he was a armor-mad marksdwarf... it seems his paranoia was needed. Ironically, his armor was constructed as he was in his final battle!
But I can't help but feel that all this is pointless. We have beds, we have something that resembles shelter, but... we are alone, and no-one can think of a way off this rock.
But at least we know where we are. Tally remembered yesterday about a story his parents called "The continent of Nir Som". In this story, the dwarves drained an ocean around an island, constructed a spiked wall of adamantine to keep the inhabitants in, and the other people out, and then left the island. Adamantine is NOT normally found on reefs, which means that this is the fabled land of Nir Som. We are alone... with humans, elves, and goblins. There are no dwarves.
This entire continent is a social experiment on how humans and elves and goblins and kobolds survive when dwarves are not present!
1st Felsite 259Another death... this time the same hunter, but different animal. A fire imp attacked Elizar, starting a forest fire, and killing off almost all the war dogs. Now we are almost without meat, without two of our friends, and morale is at an all time low...
No more hunting... we will live with farming from now on. As much as we can... as much as we can.
15th Felsite 259Oh gods... the wall of fire is coming. I didn't expect it to spread, not with all the snow... not with all the snowstorms. And the wall we constructed to prevent the fire coming in is only half completed...
Zorgoth has already burnt, and the smoke is getting to us. Our entire outpost is made of wood and cloth...
Breathing is hard, and Jesus is crying and weeping. Tally... tally has fallen too.
<The next portion of the log has been singed>
It is over... tell my mother... tell her... she will NEVER have my masterful strawberry wine recipe. The bit <The rest of the page is burnt, and the logs end.
OOC:
Note to self: Next time, when adjacent to an open magma pipe, don't hunt. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS DWARVEN DON'T HUNT NEXT TO THE MAGMA PIPE!!
Everyone burnt. Except Dermonster, who thankfully was killed quickly by the hands of the ogre. At least no-one died trying to get Elizar's singed socks.
Umm... so... what say you people in trying again at this site? Or would you rather go to the peaceful location??