Our perilous tale begins where the great endeavor was undertaken: The Dune Of Hunger. A desolate, scorching and barren place, haunted by vengeful apparitions and fallen beasts. With but only a few seasons supply, our courageous party of seven began their journey into oblivion....
The Journal of 'Choppy' Akirlogem, Butcher and Brewmaster of the PartyBy Armok, i might as well be the luckiest damn dwarf this world has ever known - Or the unluckiest. Today i was assigned to a ragtag bunch of roughbeards; An expeditionary party. The description of our destination is terrifying, hell they might as well have just put me in my coffin right now. Oh well i suppose, might as well make the best of it - like that old saying goes, if there's no guts, no glory (Heh, i feel as if this could be interpreted literally). Time to make the best of it and make friends with these simpletons.
2nd GraniteFinally, we arrived. I don't think I've ever done so much walking in my life; I feel like my legs are going to turn into jelly (Or a thick honey). Aside from all the bitching, It doesn't seem to bad here. Sure I haven't seen a plant for several days, but its not so bad - at least there aren't any of those 'sk-elks' (as they are known) around. The miner, whats his name... Azo.. Azoth? I think thats it, but anyways he found a suitable location for the camp. The leader of the party, Karakzon i think (Strange name for a dwarf might i add) said he wanted a staging area infront of the camp, so hes got Azoth carving into the mountain. I think thats enough for day, nothing really worth mentioning happened.
I'll post more tomorrow, or something. I'm waaaaaay to tired right now. Also sorry that this entry was uneventful, I only played for a few minutes before realizing i should probably go to bed. Also, I forgot to name the fortress Spatterbones, so it looks like the fortress will now be called Paddlemet. Fuck