The first journal has arrived, accounting the spring season at Vushcuggan Geshud Moshnun, from the 1st of Granite to the 28th of Felsite in the year 256, as told by the Engraver Ahasver.
Oi moi, it was a quick spring! For the first time I believe that I can tell the difference in temperature in these suicidal Hotsands. I hope my mountain blood never ceases to run through my veins, though.
We started out the season with a good bit of dwarven labor (but unfortunately not the kind that yields little 'uns), smoothing out some of the farthest reaches of our spiderlike fort. I didn't see good Plissken nor faithful Fath for a good month before we heard some news that I cannot say came as a complete shock. Plissken the warrior decided to name her sword, which has served as a bane to many a goblin, "Ekastiteb". This comes as a great honor to our fortress seeing as we haven't had any truly spectacular products of industry as of yet. (Though some came quite close) Because Ekastiteb wasn't built with a truly legendary status in mind, it is rather plain, despite its beautiful blade forged from the great metal of the deep. Therefore, to seperate Ekastiteb from other short swords out there, Plissken has refused to take a cloth to it.
I find it rather revolting and almost dishonoring, but Plissken is adamant (no pun intended) about the matter and insists that it won't harm the blame and will only bring it honor. Spoken like a true warrior, if you ask me. Anyway, this isn't the end of Plissken's antics.
Shortly after this it became evident that Fath was feeling a bit outmatched. On the 10th of Slade (I remember the date well, for some odd reason), after bearing the incessant beating of the buzzards wings from above the garden, he rushed at the buzzards with bloodshot eyes and crazed chantings. Embarrassingly, he didn't fell a singly bird. We noticed that after this incident...
I suppose I cannot hold this to him, seeing as he seems to have absolutely no sense, but why didn't he just go kill the two goblins who have been lugging swords around the far reaches of the area for the past couple months? Granted, they aren't much of a nuisance. In fact, they've helped us out a bit with a minor surplus of cats.
I've also noticed a bit of a quirk about my good friend Sindain. Here's the title of the official account of the second cat killing that he recorded.
Hah! It must've been his schooling. I'm glad to have gotten the opportunity to know dwarves like him.
The elves have arrived! I'm well known for not being much of a sympathizer, but there is something about a creature with two hands and two feet that sure beats staring at camels all day. While reinforcing the entrance (a small and currently unexciting project that we have taken up) we spotted them from afar. Rushing to get our trading goods to the depot in order for a speedy transaction (I must admit, we were as excited as young dwarves faced with wrapped gifts) we overheard their conversation. They claimed that Vushcuggan was a dying fortress because it had no support from a mountain home. Now this, this stirred up a nerve in all of us. To make matters worse, the elves became very uppity when Sindain offered a shirt of wooden mail by accident. How can they claim that we are tree killers when doubtless they made the armor? At this point, Tolkafox gave the go ahead to Sindain to seize of a load of goods. We didn't intend to leave the pointy eared traders with absolutely nothing to eat or drink in the middle of the Hotsands, but we took three monkeys, which Sindain refered to as Bonobos, and a creature that seems to be a fusion of a Tiger and a human.
He seems fairly civil (trust me, I know for a fact that he is a male) so we intend to release him very soon, before feeding becomes an issue. All cross breeding jokes aside, I agree with Tolkafox that it would be nice to have a little pack of Tigermen around, for just 16 dwarves can get a bit lonely. Speaking of or disposition, sometime during the month of Slade Tolkafox decided to set us to work at a new project. He said he wanted to encourage a bit of reproduction in our small group since that would be the only way we could survive, and an improved dining hall may spark a bit of necessary socialization that is an important part of the process. With this darkly realistic thought in mind, we set to work.
It's rather rough, of course, but it's only in its early stages of development. The metal crafters have been given permission to build the finest statues that we can create, and I recently caught a peek of what they've made.
Stay classy Vushcuggan,
Ahasver