(P.S. I seem to tend to write a lot about insignificant things, I anybody is bothered by long updates were not much happens, tell me so I can try to focus on bigger events)
There were seven of us that day, I, that is Arucard, accepting the role of leader and more importantly, miner. I bring along a more experience miner than I, Darkness, who has skill with metalworking as well. Willsonns our woodworker, Gnooble the mason and craftsdwarf, Supercharazad a food/drink specialist, Azulth who claims to have various management related skills (I think he's just looking for a way out of doing any real work), and finally Calhoun, who shall serve as our main protection with wrestling skill and a weathered crossbow strapped to his back.
But I'm jumping ahead, like all stories I must begin at the beginning. I was content enough simply digging channels, mining ores, and carving hallways at the old mountainhomes. Then our new "leader" came into power, it was decided the mountainhomes should strike fear in our enemies and fellow dwarf alike. A group of us were quickly gathered up and ordered to this area in order to establish what may become the new capital for our society. I'm a little skeptical since I heard over a dozen such expeditions had set out before us, nevertheless our alternative was the hammer.
The area we arrive in seems harmless enough at first glance, but I get that feeling like an underlying evil is just waiting to spring out at us any chance it gets. Bad enough our wagon breaks down within yards of a seemingly bottomless chasm, I can hear all manner of horrible things screeching and clawing around down there.
We have come to an agreement as a group that leadership will be a shared responsibility and, as such I have one year in charge of our outpost named ominously Dyebraves. Our group name, the Silence of Graves is no better. But I won't let that influence me, first we need to make some shelter and set up food/booze production. We'll worry about the rest as it comes, "all right boys (and girls?), let's get this debacle under way!"
Before even digging out an entrance I notice something glinting in the dull sunlight above us. There are exposed walls of native aluminum and copper right over our heads! While fortunate, it begs the question why have they never been seen before? I'm going to attempt in removing them before we have cause to find out.
=Granite 5, y.54=I thought it prudent to assign a war dog to Calhoun our marksdwarf since he is all alone in protecting us, luckily our noble benefactors saw fit to supply us with at least one war dog. Perhaps they didn't just send us here to our death. We have successfully extracted the aluminum and copper, plus found more, why does this still give me an uneasy feeling. I can hear the sickening sounds of human-size batwings fluttering from the chasm. Is it only a matter of time until they realize there is a buffett of tender, helpless dwarves awaiting slaughter just above? Maybe I just need a drink.
=Granite 18, y.54=Damn! I knew it! One of those "Batmen" got out and killed our war dog. Or maybe it was that cave spider that bit one of our kittens? There is web near the corpse. Only
we may bite our kittens! I believe Calhoun has only one bolt also, this could be trouble, make that shot count!
=Granite 22, y.54=Perhaps I should be grateful it's only our pets falling to such misery, but I feel that the beasts are only toying with us. Now a kitten has been entangled in a web. Cave swallowmen, Naked Moledogs, and Troglodyte's seem to be moving in on her. I doubt there is any hope to save the poor creature at this point. Perhaps the same goes for all of us, yet I continue to dig, I can't think of anything else. We must try to get inside of the mountain, we will be safe under the rock. I utter a prayer to Solon the Defense of Steam, and continue digging.
=Granite 25, y.54=I return to the surface to find Calhoun, previously moping about his war dog being killed, standin in a pool of blood. "What Happened here!?" I shout, worried he might have done something to himself. A blank stare is what I recieved back, looking down I see a sturdy dwarven boot implanted defiantly into the skull of a batman corpse. "I see," I began, but it seems the silence spoke volumes I could not. I nodded and returned to my tunnel. *It should be noted, Calhoun indeed had only a single bolt, and reveled in the slaughter of the batman. No doubt it was the same creature that took the war dog from him. The vomit found on the ground also suggests he took his time in the kill, perhaps purposefully delaying the deathblow to maximize suffering.*
=Slate 1, y.54=Today I heard a strange horn-like sound I've never heard before. One of the others turned sheet white hearing and I heard him say something under his breath. I couldn't quite make it out, something like telefints? I don't know, whatever these telefints are they must be dangerous, let's hope they keep their distance.
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what a resourceful kitty we have! Somehow she managed to break free of the webs, escape the hordes of monsterous creatures, and return to the settlement. Perhaps even killing a mountain goat along the way for sustinance! (though that may have been there before) I'm starting to think the nine lives thing is more than just a joke. We've dug the main tunnel out, but no rooms are finished yet. I feel as if I'm about to fall over right here and pass out on the cavern floor. I'll try and find a nice corner to set myself against, until we get some decent beds made. With the descovery of native copper and aluminum, I have to think that the nobles may have had an idea what they were doing after all. Though, it also may just be they sent out so many, one or two were bound to find something. In any case, I'm turning in for the night and hopefully when I awake, the same calm will surround me as does now.
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