Ahh, finally I got me journal that I requested for the caravan to send. T'is a shame I couldn't record what occured in the year 126 of our dear world, blessedly given to us by the Silent Benefactor. We don't often get dates around here, or perhaps we do, but I ain't get to know our leader Aramco good enough to get a peek at 'is records. In me own free time I've been doing some snooping, and I intend to keep it up, and record it here.
We recently got 19 new migrants, and were graced by the beautiful bronze rains with two darling babes, the little boy Sazir and the suckling girl Zuntir (bless me heart, she was born while her mother worked on the very still!) Bad news followed nearly a week after when thieves were caught trying to steel. Filthy kobolds, strewning their diseases about a fine folks hole in the rock. It's really a shame, a damn shame, that some must resort to such atrosities.
Our leader, Aramco, led by the Rythmic Incenses, approached me recently, asking for me to design a new floor for the bedrooms. "Now I'm no Architect, dear leader," I says, but she says, "Now Ahasver, I knows this, but we ain't got anyone else so fit for the job." Now that was nothing but honoring. I cain't say that we are fit friends quite yet, but that was rather heartening to say the least. I quite dedicated my whole heart and soul to said project, and came up with something that looks a little like this.
I knows what your thinking, dear friends, but as the saying goes, "When times are tough, the stones cain't be rough." Soes I went and got the friends to smooth the place out. I took gentle care to fix up Aramco's holdings just like there were before, and I seems to have done it right. I hope our leader won't take no offense when she sees that her old room is now our tomb of the workers, but I suppose you can't please all. Speaking of pleasing, the gods have truly smiled on the souls of this fortress, and I was pleasantly surprised to see my room to be adorned with beautiful engravings of my colleagues and the new home that I have been a part of. I certainly believe such respect may gain more serious thoughts from the beautiful Ezum in regard to my courtship of the fine misiss. Thank you kindly, dear friends, that was a rightful thing to do in times such as these.
I don't mean to ramble on, so forgive me if I run over some of the more tough statistics of the fortress, but I feel they need be mentioned, although preferably by a more worthy speaker, as I am now a pleasantly simple mason willfully confined to his shop. When the flowers just began to bloom, some odd pointy eared fellows (apparently dubbed 'elves') arrived in our fortress. I ain't never seen them before, but dear Grishnok, a tough one to say the least, seemed very familiar. The Lower Masons were set off to wall them in, apparently to keep them from wreaking havoc on the fortress. A few months in we began to hear screams of madness from within, but a week or two later the screams stopped and we opened the sealed room to find all of the elves lying about the room, apparently starved. Serves them right, I 'spose. Now Grishnok, he ain't the wisest of dwarves, but he riled up some spirits in our leader Aramco, and I was set with a new task. I was to design a sort of water system running from the nearby ponds, used to wash out said trading room of any elven grime. I cain't really explain said design too well, but theres a little sketch that me and Mr. McExplode have worked out. It weren't finished before the winter was through, but I look ahead to see how it works in full steam, as the mountainfolk may say.
Anyway, there ain't much left to say. Aramco could tell you more of the trapping situation (when the folks from the mountainhome, Shukaradil, arrived, they spoke as if we were the trapping capital of the region! We hadn't given them no animals, though) but all I know is that we have captured about five mountain gnomes, (I grew up with a few of the buggers, damn bothersome if I do say so myself) one of which escaped. We saw about six kobold thieves in all, and during one summer month we had reports of sightings of a few little green fellers, with ears like an elf, skin like a kobold, and build like a starving dwarf. I ain't never heard of such a thing but I s'pose from the looks on the faces of the others they are a bit troublesome, to say the least. We also captured one big mountain man, the foresters called it a yeti (though I fancy we may call it a big mountain man, for those of us who don't know our bestiaries so well) and two more giant eagles were caught. Bless the Bronze Rain, them birds are horrifying! The foresters speak of taming them, but I'm almost relieved that they cain't yet.
Well I wish that was all I had to say, I truly do, but I must report on some rather disapointing news. Two dear fellows, who will be sorely missed, passed away when an accident occured during the building of the above water works system. All I can say is that I hope their lives were not taken in vain. May they enjoy the Silent Happiness in the caves beyond.
Praise be to Vir,
Ahasver, year 127
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