24 Gran 1050
Ustuthardes
We made it to Ustuthardes safely a few hours after noon. Fell off the wagon in the morning; had to have a drink to dull the pain. Seems that we're picking up two here--a miner and a mason.
Apparently free lodging for the Queen's expeditions is a universal thing. It's good to be the leader.
25 Gran
The Road
Leesin Amvucar and Mafool Zefonathel are the two we've picked up. Not Mafol, but Mafool. I hate when parents give children stupid names like that... At any rate, he's a little more outgoing than Ezum, which isn't saying much, but still. Urist put the same question to him that she asked Erush. Apparently his favorite rock is cobaltite. The miner is a woman named Leesin Amvucar. I'm no longer the youngest of the party! She's pretty large, like the doctor, but it does seem to be muscle in her case, probably from the mining. I asked her what mining is like, and if it ever gets lonely. She said she never got lonely while digging; apparently she likes being alone. I can respect that, I suppose. She really loves her work, by the way she talks. On another note, I notice now that I am the only one with a head covered in hair on this trip. Even Mafool shaves his cranium and leaves his sideburns, beard, and moustache. I'm rather scared that I'll wake up one night to everyone holding me down while Ezum cuts my hair off.
1 Slate 1050
Zonerith
Well, here it is. The last time we'll see our homeland for a very long time. We will find a resting place, repair, and take on supplies, then the last two colonists will join us, and we'll leave. I know it's for the good of the nation, and that this is something that every dwarf dreams of, but I just can't shake the feeling that I might never come back.
2 Slate
We've received our next order package, put in for supplies, and the last of the colonists spent the day with us. The wagon will be ready in the morning, when we will gather at the temple to ask the blessing of the gods, and then we will all be off. Big day tomorrow. Still anxious.
3 Slate
Rocky Wastelands
A moving surprise after the temple service: we were taken to our wagon and led past all the mountain halls in the city, where everyone cheered and bid us farewell. The town guard escorted us, with music and everything. It never really hit me what we're accomplishing here. We're going out into the middle of nowhere, risking our very lives, and carving a thriving city our of the rock! It's truly amazing...
I only wish that the hospitality would go with us farther. Our directions say we are to go to a stream and ride it and the river it attaches to as far as we can. Playpapers, it's called, and the river is The High Lung. The last tributary of this river before the sea, going northward, we shall ride north to its source, continue north toward the coast, and meet a highway or the human city Lapaobol. It goes on for several more pages after that, but I think we should take this one life-threatening excursion at a time. Look out, world, it's The Chamber of Throats!
So that's the party. The last one was an unclaimed peasant woman. I may include a map of our intended route. In the meantime, I'll be working on some plans/views of our location for your viewing pleasure and brainstorming.
ED: Does anyone have a favorite DF2010 visualizer? If so, post it and a link, please.
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Topic: PACILAOMETHU, A Journey to Distant Lands (Read 3402 times)