Excellent. The only thing that one dislikes is the lack of hair, but this is only something which one would need to eventually think of a good in character explanation for.
Paranoia, uncertainty and pessimism tempered by good self-dicipline makes for a believable character. Forgetfulness and impatience allow for mistakes.
Now, for the fun part.
From the logbook of Orkun Dakostnanir, leader of the New Hames.
New Hames. Bah. I just know most merchants will point and laugh at us, thinking we misspelled 'homes'. The idiotic elves, certainly. Stuff them, then. Do those regressed pointy-eared freaks even employ horse collars?
We have carved a slight encampment for ourselves, nothing fancy. Perhaps at a later date, when the other brave souls who came with me have had suitable homes constructed for them, I might have it converted into my personal little manse. The first place where we struck the earth as the founder's home strikes me as poetic and fitting.
I suppose Athelmözir is competent enough. The bed she made for me, at least, is fine. Despite the snores of my comrades, I can sleep well enough.
I am still unsure if we can succeed. What if we are found by the goblins before we build up a sufficient guard? What if those self-righteous, backwards, petty cannibals take offense at our clearing away some of the trees? I have half a mind to commission a private battleaxe, ceremonial mostly, but still with a truly sharp blade, but at the now, this would be daft. We need all our workers to deal with vital matters first.
I am unsure why I was chosen to lead these people. I am sure I am not the best choice for the job but, by the will of all the gods, I will do my best to lead them. If we carve a city into this hillside, a city which can equal even the mountainhomes, I will be remembered forever. My profile will be on thousands of coins and hundreds of shields. I do look like someone who should have statues made of, don't I?
No. Stuff that. I must stop thinking about the distant future. I must focus on what will matter in a year, two years, five, not what might perhaps happen fifty years from now.
We have to deal with living quarters first, food and drink second, building workshops third, defenses fourth, I think. I am still afraid of the other steel high boot dropping. What sort of creatures live on this mountainside? We saw none climbing up and inspecting our surroundings, but for all I know, there might be giants dwelling on the other side of the mount. Hells, some truly terrible monsters might be trapped in obsidian or magma near the crater.
I should ask around, see who can draw maps of what we have here. I don't know if anyone is a dabbling mechanic or architects, which means that I just have to ask around. Great.
The leader closes the log book, stuffs it in the bag under her bed and walks outside, trying her best smile on the nearest dwarf. Well-aware that her eyes are among her best features, she affixes the golden orbs on the other dwarf's and starts asking about how things are going and if any schematics or maps are being made.
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