Ok, now as for the dwarfs: We have me, a Miner/Doctor(Custom Profession Earth Priest), a miner/potter, a woodworker skilled at getting his own wood to shape(woodcutter/carpenter), a farmer good a growing and brewing, a dwarf good at all things metal(all metalworking), a stoneworker who can design buildings and also has a bit of skill at mechanics(Mason/engraver/mechanic, with a minor architect thrown in), and a Royal Guard sent to ensure the survival of the new outpost(a Potash maker with axe and all melee combat skills. I'll have the first turn up in a minute:
Journal of Tryrar Cogerinth, Earth Priest of Tulon NanirI have always had a strange connection to the earth. It sings to me, telling me its secrets, giving me solace. Ever since I was born, I have been fascinated with the stone and soil that we trod upon;it has given me great skill in finding the rare ores we dwarves seek. They say the earth is cold and unfeeling, just a thing, an inanimate object. I know the truth.
The earth is alive.
So, when the ruler of the Road of Rhymes put together an expedition for an outpost of our kingdom, I was chosen as the guide for my ability to sense the riches beneath my feet, as well as for my small ability at healing. I shall not fail them!
On the RoadWe have stopped at a small wooded valley to rest for the moment. While we stretch from the long journey, a great shout goes up. My fellow dwarves had put up some temporary traps to catch more provisions, and instead snared two great bears! We decide to tame these creatures, as they should prove useful. Alas, while this location is idyllic, I sense no great mineral wealth beneath the ground, and we are forced to move on.
1st GraniteAs the beginning of spring rolls around, I am jolted awake in the wagon as my sixth sense hits me...
HARD. I quickly shout "STOP!" as we com to the base of a small hill. I excitedly describe to my fellow companions what I had felt...an absolutely
enormous bounty of riches at this spot! "Alright then, we stop here." We take a quick look around: there's a stream that cuts through the hill to our left, as well as plenty of trees to eventually turn into beds. Sizing up the hill just to our north, I and fellow miner Rophello get to work carving an entrance to our new home.
Deciding to take advantage of the fact that the stream cuts straight through the hill, we'll build a bridge and put our home proper on the other sode, while we'll confine traders to this side of the stream.
Speaking of which, I've ordered our woodworker to go ahead and fell some trees for the bridge. I'm eager to get our stuff inside as soon as possible, I didn't like the look of the local wildlife...