9th of Granite, 214
The battle was epic. Urist Imiknorris III, The Master, Caquat Shibbi, and I met the skreinder bulls on the field on battle, whereupon we proceeded to completely dismember them. Urist was particularly effective, laying into them with her axe with a fury I've never seen before. About halfway through the battle I realized her left hand was gone, and I honestly have no idea when that happened. Ghills, meanwhile, came outside and then proceeded to complain that the skreinder were between him and his weapon. I stayed behind to clean up after the others went back inside, and was ambushed by a hitherto unseen skreinder! Fortunately, it was no match for my unique fighting style, and after clamping my teeth onto the front of its skull I was easily able to hack it into pieces with my axe.
Stormtemplar is still complaining about his lack of hands. I'm heading outside to try and drown out the sounds of his wailing.
12th of Granite, 214
So, hey, that scroll El Presidente gave me that informed me I was the new leader? Turns out it also binds my spirit to this wretched world for the duration, so I can't get out of it through death. Seems there was yet another skreinder lurking outside when I went out there to clear my head, but before I could bite its head and hack its limbs off I was caught in a freak snowstorm. I staggered around blindly for several hours while it kicked me repeatedly, until at last its antler tore into my face and I embraced the sweet, sweet release of death...
Or so I thought, anyway. Well, I guess that fancy expensive tomb that was carved out for me will go to waste. Shame, that...
I've just had a thought. Whoever kills that damned skreinder and avenges my death will get my tomb. This I command!
15th of Granite, 214
You've gotta hand it to our militia: they really are the best of the best. Urist, Gizogin, and Ghills went outside in the midst of a snowstorm and dispatched by killer. However, the glory of the finishing blow went to the Resident Badass, Gizogin IV, who will now reap the promised rewards of a fabulous tomb all to himself.
20th of Granite, 214
Some migrants showed up, despite the danger. They were immediately set upon by a pair of skoxes. Fortunately, one of them had the good sense to bring not only a bow but a quiver full of silver arrows, and chased them off while they all got inside. Well... Almost all. There was that gem setter that ran in completely the opposite direction and got a skox hoof to the head for her troubles.
Meanwhile, another ghost showed up. This one's haunting Rridgway II.