Journal of Scrubbedcream
11th Timber 1068
Merchants have come bearing wares from the south, out of war ravaged lands and hidden mountain homes. The merchants seem nervous as they push through the gathering snow storm, the guards have their hands on their weapons and the traders clump together in tight packs. Trudging ahead of the rest, this year's Outpost Liaison is the first to reach the gate of Scrubbedcream and from the threshold she looks up and spots me standing on the wall above.
"Hail Scrubbedcream, is anyone still alive in there or are you a phantom?", her tone and face are cheerful in contrast to the others in her company.
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Hail travelers. Scrubbedcream yet lives, but I might ask you the same question. Is anyone still alive out there?"
"Oh I dare say some are! Heh heh but if you dont lead us to somewhere warm soon there will be fewer!"
I lead them down past the ice levels into solid stone and watch while they begin to unpack. The Outpost Liaison Approaches me and lowers her hood revealing her balding scalp.
"I am Asen Thobatis your liaison from the Mountainhomes, or at least what is left of them." She holds out her hand to shake and looks me up and down. I don't take it.
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You don't seem unsettled by my presence."
"I have seen many strange things in my travels. A cloudy glowing Overseer is not so alarming anymore." She lowers her hand.
I say nothing.
"Well then, if you dont feel talkative please direct me to the mayor of Scrubbedcream."
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That would be Conan Cilobil, he is up in the barracks, but he will not want to talk to you." She smiles and walks a way.
10th Moonstone
Trade with the merchants has gone well so far. We have bought all their metal, meat and leather giving mostly crafts and used clothing in exchange. I stood nearby and watched as Kulet Thosbutzasit brokered the deals. Kulet is also the bookkeeper and manager of Scrubbedcream. One figurine caught my eye.
If I remember correctly the death of this founder was never recorded in this journal.
In the lowest levels of Scrubbedcreams I am directing the construction of an aqueduct leading to the adamantine vein. With water from this duct we can cool the magma surrounding the adamantine into obsidian and mine out the adamantine.
I went to check on Asen the Liaison and found her leaning against a wall in the barracks watching Conan spar.
"You were right about him not wanting to talk," She says without turning to look at me. "He will give in eventually though, I have dealt with this kind of thing before. I just have to follow him everywhere until he decides to talk." She grins ", We liaisons call it diplomacy by stalking."
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I came to tell you that the merchants will be leaving soon. You should go with them."
"Nope, I don't leave until I talk with the mayor, that's my job." Now she turns away from watching Conan and faces me, "What are you exactly, if you don't mind me asking? You arent like any ghost or anything else ive ever heard of."
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I am an Ubalnadak Geshud not a ghost."
"A Defender-Spirit of Fortress huh? I've never heard of that. You sure you aren't the ghost of a long dead Former Overseer?"
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I am not a ghost, to be a ghost I would have to be dead. To be dead I would have to have been alive once, I have never been alive."
"Sounds like you're dead to me... but have it your way." Asen turns back to look at Conan, he is trying to leave while she is distracted. "Oops, there he goes," She hurries after him.
[OOC] AAAGG MAGMA! This update was a bit long anyway...