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[Qloos]

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YAHH!  No time for ro-dey-yo.  We gots us some cattle to wrangle partner.  We gots us a field 2 by 16.  Now you city slickers might be askin, "Yo Cowboy, why you need such a large field?"  Well city boy, the answers quite obvious if you use your noggin.  Us bean eatin Cowboys going to herd us some cattle.  We gotta do this alteast once a year.  We'll migrant from one side of this great land to the other.  Now we don't take kindly to any excuses about not doing our job, it's hard work out here, and hot too. 

Sounds like dem natives gone and got themselves in a pickle, riled themselves up something fierce and are talkin about wagin war on us.  Well don't you all sweat yourselves yellow, long as we got these guns- erm.  It seems someone misplaced them, we'll have to make do without for now.

Now I sure ain't going to go wild west on you and say this town ain't big enough for the both of us.  If someone wants to hop along on this wagon and join out community he's welcome to, long as he brings along a name for us to call him by.

Before us amigos even arrived, there was a large hurdle to jump before we could become a true cowboy.



Thankfully our cattle are more docile that the regular beasts, they go where we command them and graze in comfort.  Now off towards the rising sun my desperadoes.  We got supplies to haul, (by hand.)  for 8 Miles.  If only the felloes plate on our wagon didn't break in two taking about half the spokes with it. 



Trees have been cut down as we'll need the lumber to build a bridge across the river before we head to our Eastern Fort.

As we march across the prairie grasslands back and forth across those 8 miles, the cows graze on grass like vacuums.  I don't think they're hungry, they're just trying to suck as much moisture out of the grass as they can, as they excrete the useless stocks and shoots behind themselves as they go.

Entire patches of dry grass have been reduced to clay.



In the event of prairie fire:  Send out the cattle.

[Qloos]

Two months in, we've finally moved all our supplies to the east and ready to sit tight in the South.  We got walls to erect, plants to harvest, wood to split into planks and a well to be dug.  The Aquifer shouldn't be too far down, however we don't any handy lasso rope around here.  So we're gona hafta make some.

The problem is, no one really knows how to do anything around here, we came here as simple baggage carrying ruffians.  We aint no good at hard labor or detailed and complex constructions.  Our lumberjack has learned how to swing an axe without breakin his wrist, and our herbalists have learned not to stick every plant they examine in their mouth.  What you don't know can kill you out here, (or waste alot of plants.)


A now cautious dwarf, eyes a plant with suspicion after losing his beard to sickness.

The lonesome fellow we left a mid field has finally erected his bridge.  I'm sure he did a fine job, considering the weeks he spent refining his design.



The days are getting hotter, summer is a-comin fast.  We've begun erectin a log cabin to stay out of the heat.  We've been drinking like migration buffalo at a waterhole these days and we're down about a third of our total cactus juice.

[Spartan 117]

This is the BEST IDEA EVER.

I'll be Spartan, sharpshooter. I reckon you better be gettin' me a gun if ya want us to survive out here.

[Qloos]

It is now Early Summer of 201.

Mr Spartan went and paid his respects, to the feller, who fell into the hole he was digging for the well.  Poor whatever-his-name-was drowned trying to scurry back out like some ant caught in a spider trap. 



Now I know Mr Spartan aint an easy lone ranger to be moved to pity.  But he went and gave a silent eulogy, with a bundle of desert plants, deemed unsafe to eat.  Maybe it's the fact he liked the slate gray color of the pit - or that he really likes picks, and the miner who died, happened to be clutching one in his fist.

After he said goodbye to that guy that we don't really know.  He said "Gosh, I'd really like some one humped camel milk, amigo." 

Well that would be swell partner, too bad it's a male Camel.  The Camel was harassed pretty badly that night for not being born with lactating devices.

[Eztuzt]

Ill be Eztuzt, head steak-chef. Loves me some hamburgers.

[Qloos]

Rain, scorching summer rays are doused by the desert rain.  Pools begin to fill and flowers bloom over the fields. 

Along with the petals:  Moneys reveal their colors and dart towards our food pile to try and snag a free meal.  Waving a cleaver, the energetic and restless Eztuzt defends her favored dwarven beer.  A shock of lightnight reveals her naked intent to the Rhesus Macaque.



As the monkeys were rounded up one by one, the rain cleared and the sun came down.  Our cabin complete, our meat supply swelling, this is a land of plenty. 



As it's now Mid-Summer, we consider how to best go about moving the 16 miles to the other grazing field.  The cows need fresh fields to eat off of soon.  Without a pick we have no access to the aquifer.  We can only rely on distilling water holding plants into happy beverages. 

[Eztuzt]

Was hoping for a male, but oh well xD

Also, it would be cool if you could change the name of things, like biscuits into burgers or cow meat into steak, cus I

loves me some hamburgers.

[dwarfguy2]

SIGN ME UP! name: karagnus.
architect, but change my profession name to "town designer"

also, i'd like to run for sheriff once we get to that point.

[A Dwarven Smokeologist]

Got room for Cactus Jerky the Cow Poke?

I reckon we can drive this herd from one end to the next no problem.

[A_Fey_Dwarf]

I'll have a dwarf, call him Dr Montgomery. Used to be a city slicker health care worker, raking in the dough. In his spare time he enjoyed fishing in the docile brooks of the mountain homes. One day, he came back from such a fishing trip to find his wife cheating on him for another dwarf, Dr Montgomery had a midlife tantrum and decided he wanted to experience more nature. So here he is out in the wilderness with no survival skills what so ever. (Give me a peasant or fisherdwarf in your next recruitment wave and have him exclusively fish and perform health care tasks.)

[Qloos]

It took a week to deal with all the monkey corpses.  Eztuzt's cleaver was crimson like the sunset and sweat ran like rivers into her eyes.  Karagnus tanned the skins, carved the bones.  We took a leaf from the natives, not a single part was put to waste, even the skulls were used. 



This entire battle suit was produced from monkey.  Monkey armor, monkey helm, monkey leggings, monkey quiver, monkey buckler, monkey bone crossbow and monkey bone bolts.

A well deserved break was taken after this, except for Cactus Jerky, who worked on some barrels.


Karagnus and Cactus Jerky.

Curious about how long it would take to get to the other end of this valley, we sent Spartan down range, hauling a heavy stone to humor us.  We didn't see him for about 2 weeks, and the cows move even slower than we do.

[Eztuzt]

not a single part was put to waste, even the skulls were used

And the blood? Please tell me you made paint from the blood!

I'd like to see migrants Ooing and Awwing at our beautiful red houses.

[Flintus10]

Urist McKid the shifty eyed loner who is pretty handy with a piece.

[Qloos]

Early Autumn.

Karagnus has built a trade depo, we'll be staying on this side until we finish trading.  That way we can get rid of all these skull totems before we leave.  Which is a refreshing change of pace from the constant whittling of monkey bone bolts.  Seriously, he produced 120 of em.

Which gave Spartan plenty of practice, he'll be guarding the cows as we cross, everyone else will probably be hauling a barrel of booze.



Mckid was quiet overtaken with rage at his poor accuracy.  We got alot of work ahead of us.

In the mean time, using the monkey blood, Cactus has fertilized a farm patch.  Which he and the multiple cow calfs, recently born, stared at in awe. 


Oh wow!  A whip vine!

The other 12 cow calfs are more interested in playing other reindeer cow calf games.