Journal of One Oslosmosnaz, Expedition Leader
Our first encounter with the wildlife of the underground ended extremely well. A sudden roar echoed around the caverns and a large, hideous monster burst from around a corner. It charged straight down our entrance and stepped on a cage trap. We currently have it in the middle of our dining room while we design a drowning trap for it; our bookkeeper claims it is a troll.
I was lounging in my room with Otuk, the new demonic gnoll who might or might not have been forced to stay in there when I was informed someone was knocking on the bridge that blocked the way outside. I was angry at the disturbance, and when the bridge was lowered and I saw it was the diplomat I was outright pissed. I didn't feel like haggling for trade prices when I would never trade, period, and I was about to ask for five helpings of cow crap when he informed me that the Empress would like to make our small colony a formal settlement. I was caught quite off guard, and thanked him but said we weren't quite ready. I have no idea who to make the baron, and I don't want anyone getting power hungry and ordering slade breastplates or similar crap.
Work has died down now. The only project still going is our drowning trap; after that is finished we will start exploring the caverns and kill any helpless wildlife we come across. We might set up some farms soon, and explore for any metals that might be down here. But, as always, we will proceed with caution.
The drowning trap so far hasn't proved terribly effective. I will wait for the small chamber to fill entirely, but the troll doesn't seem to be horribly dying like I intended.
Speaking of horrible death, our woodcutter went exploring for us. He found a half-eaten gnoll corpse lying face-down in a pool of blood, completely unidentifiable. There was also a splatter of some other kind of blood; I brought our bookkeeper out and he identified it as cave crocodile blood. My seemingly paranoid caution has now been proven at least somewhat reasonable, and I'm glad a disposable spare migrant is out there right now. We are setting aside an out-of-the-way place for burial even now.
Two of our soldiers have married; Rotstong, our female demonic gnoll, and Ulspa, another soldier, have both claimed males. Hopefully, our population will start growing somewhat. I am spending a lot of time with Otuk; he may be part demon, but he is still male, and I can claim him any time I wish. Not that I'll be very rude or pushy about it; he deserves some respect because of his powers.
Note:
I am reminded just how fucking awesome this game is. The diplomat, when he was finished with the meeting, left through the caverns. I gave him no thought until I stumbled across the horribly mutilated corpse over here. There is this nice long blood trail and little bits of diplomat everywhere, with only a single blood splatter to finish the tale. There is so much life to the world, even when you aren't there. I can imagine the horror of storming away after having traveled far to deliver a message, only to be coldly turned away. Suddenly, you realize you are going the wrong way. You look around, completely lost, when you hear the soft pad of footsteps behind you...
In the depths, no one can hear you scream.
Damn, this is my favorite game ever, and I'm constantly reminded of it.