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Mörul - 19th Granite 1051 - Early Spring
It was a miserable little hill, hardly a mountain. It was a pimple on a giant, not a majestic mother as the mountainhome had been. Thob set to work, scouring the hillside for lumber, he was the only one who didn't seem bothered as the heavens began to piss upon us.
Kobuk has been glaring at me, Bomrek didn't seem to mind so much, if anything the rain sobered him up. He set to work upon our "survival" reserves. Not for long however, soon the first level was cleared out, I marked a large area for a potential trading outpost, but that is a task for next year, I direct the pair down, into the Earth. They are excited with each swing of their pick, this is indeed a rich area.
I instruct them to quickly set up the meeting hall and a work station for Moldath, for he did not take the rain as well as I had hoped, hopefully Thob can cheer him up.
I guess I spoke too soon, the rain stopped--but it started again sooner than it had stopped almost. This is horseshit.
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Mörul - 17th Slate 1051 - Mid Spring
Thob has gotten himself stung by a gorram bee. Oh well, in time we shall enslave those fuckers, I could use some mead. Digging is slow and tiring, perhaps the meeting hall I designated was too large, fuck everything about this. We're going to have to move the entrance next year, wall off the shitpile that we have now. Planning never ends, and hauling all this fucking lumber is a pain in the ass. Soon we'll have proper rooms and doors and it'll be a grand old time.
Now set up the brewery before Bomrek dies of a hangover.
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Mörul - 17th Slate 1051 - Mid Spring
Thob has gotten himself stung by a gorram bee. Oh well, in time we shall enslave those fuckers, I could use some mead. Digging is slow and tiring, perhaps the meeting hall I designated was too large, fuck everything about this. We're going to have to move the entrance next year, wall off the shitpile that we have now. Planning never ends, and hauling all this fucking lumber is a pain in the ass. Soon we'll have proper rooms and doors and it'll be a grand old time.
Now set up the brewery before Bomrek dies of a hangover.
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Mörul - 23rd Malachite 1051 - Mid Summer
Wow, time sure ticks much quickly out here, we're literally moving mountains.
Well not really--but I've been busy of late! Apparently the mining twins tweedle-dee and tweedle-fucktard forgot to mention that neither of them actually like making things out of stone. So the task fell too me, I've had to teach myself masonry as I go. I've built doors, tables, walls. I surprised myself.
The reason why I decided to write notes again is some of our kin have joined us. Migrants! A load of useless assholes with awful skills, one of these guys told me that they could set gems to earn their food. Apparently they're really good at putting gems into things. DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE HAVE GEMS? Shit now we need to carve out proper sleeping quarters. We knocked out a small aquifier, it was hilarious. A controlled situation of course. I look forward to knocking out more.
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Mörul - 23rd Malachite 1051 - Early Winter
I've been usurped. I don't think I care though. There's reports of light snowfall.
I've discovered many shapes lie within rocks. Tables, chairs, doors.
I happily take worthless rubble and forge useful goods.
Dodók Aniltekkud gave himself the title "administrator" as I was busy setting up rooms for the third wave of migrants to sleep in. Whatever, I'm looked upon as a saviour almost, with my arms I move mountains--even if it's for someone else. I still have my name and the glory of this settlement. We've been here almost a year.
I'm turning my journals in for a chisel and a hammer. To truly become what I have always been. I am a Hammer of Adulation, my apprentice is more of a partner. Tekkud Alåthlektad smoothes the walls and engraves them with the legends we forge here.
My journals are being turned over to the "administrator" may he guide us into the coming winter and further.
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Dodók - 23rd Malachite 1051 - Early Winter
I had known that he brought forth the caravan and struck out the first door way here (which we have since reloacted--it was Mörul himself who sealed the original entrance) but that he kept journals? Most entries are mundane--I feel like I'm wasting my time, I've skimmed them all however, he is a wise dwarf indeed, but the stones hold his attention more than dwarfs. He's out of touch with most of the others. I'm compiling a new complete census detailing our corner of the world--after which I shall hand over the journals to our true leader (I am but a tool to assist her).
--First Migration--
Mörul Gusilkizbiz
He owns the soul of our camp, he brought few which he managed to unite behind him. I've overheard him barking at some of the others, he's not one to anger, but not one to bow under the strain of another's problems, no his own. When everyone was complainin about the lack of furniature he took up the hammer without complaint. Even as our needs piled up he did nothing more than roll up his sleeves. The doors and tables are as much his sweat as rocks. He seems weary, this change in lifestyle would suit a stronger dwarf. His force of will is all that holds him through the day. I've seen him with Moldath, they seem happy together.
Ast Solonedtûl
Cousin to the two Solons, albeit quite distant, it was sort of a strange reunion. Ast is our best miner, but she is cursed. She refuses our praise and never seems angry, but she is at best a coinflip. When she isn't carving out more of our fortress she is either sad or happy. There is no middle ground, nor telling what mood you will catch her in. She ponders her actions but cannot stand a thought provoking discussion. She wants not but to dig, although when a new wave of migrants needs rooms she seems to enjoy the increased workload--I have caught her amongst the carefree rabble in the meeting hall.
Kol Alåtheshim
Our other miner, his nature is at odds with us. As the waves of migrants increase so too does the likelyhood that a Noble might wish to escape the court to live in our splendor. Kol's lack of mining skill is not because he is inept, rather that he has laughed at our requests--outright refusing to work sometimes. He gets along with Bomrek quite nicely, the two of them occasionally finish a barrel or two. I've never seen him snap at anydwarf--but he can be straightforward, almost to the point of rudeness. He is tough but he is weak.
Bomrek Idennêcik
Our heart--our rage filled heart. I've seen her chew out a few of the others, she does not have any inclination to deal with the troubles of others. Not much to add beyond that. She's easily one of the more active dwarfs--which we are all greatful for. Our food stores and booze stores are overflowing.
Kûbuk Rimtarag
I don't think I've seen him smile, he's always grumbling about something or other, if something bad happens it's a catastrophe and the settlement is doomed--he is a strange dwarf. He has not taken well to the new waves, but he helps them all the same. I don't think he's ever turned down a task, I don't think he wants the fortress to change though--he might not seem happy, but he seems like he belongs here. At the start of a new world.
Thob Zafalalåth
If bomrek is one of the more active then Thob is easily the most active. He is endlessly bringing in lumber and what food he can scrounge from the wilds outside our door. So long as you talk to him in private he's a cheery lad, often with a few too many drinks in him--if he's off duty. I don't think I've seen him linger in the mess hall, sure he'll eat amongst us, but as soon as his plate is cleared he vanishes. Suffice to say he has made an impact on near everydwarf. Especially Solon Othlesterib.
Moldath Doreniden
She sees something more than what we have. Each day she sets out new tasks for herself to overcome. She is the driving force behind us, Mörul might be the shaft to our hammer, but Moldath swings us. She pushes each of us further and further each day, inspiring excellence. Often times her voice is heard above the din of the workshop, as she tears into something or other. I don't think any dwarf can out curse her.
--Second Migration--
Bomrek Eralrûl
She's been going by Eral to avoid confusion, and she is one of the stranger dwarfs amongst us. She seems--untrustworthy? I am not sure if that is the best way to describe her--but I've heard her tell truths based in some other reality more than once, even if I called her out on it she wouldn't be discouraged. She requires more analysis.
Cerol Munèsterib
He is constantly looking over his shoulder--I don't think 've seen him at ease in the mess hall. He spends a lot of his time alone, but is driven by factors unknown to me. I can't say much about him as I don't think he'll indulge my desires to talk with him.
Dastot Nakuthdegël
A friendly fellow, very helpful too, however I don't think he's done more than piss on the suggestion of rules. Again I need more time to analyze him but the traders beckon.
Kogsak Idenfikod
She avoids the mess hall when it is at it's peak occupancy but aside from that I have not seen much of her. As with what I fear will be the rest of these entries I require more time--that I do not have--to learn more about these dwarfs.
Nomal Desislikot
Ah yes, the gem setter. He's a strange one, he's often found discussing future plans and design ideas for various rooms and contraptions. What a curious dwarf.
Tekkud Alåthlektad
Our blessed mechanic, I don't think he's held up well--as soon as he was here his workshop was christenned, he's been making traps for months now. I hope he can handle it, I think the amount of traps we requested perhaps off-put him, but he has been very quick in making them--I don't think he realizes his speed and talent yet.
Zulban Besmarmìshos
She babbles to me endlessly. She is trusting that is for sure, but she plays down her own feats. She is a nice dwarf.
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Moldath - 2nd Opal 1051 - Mid Winter
I found a stack of notes in my room, it's a new side of my 'rul, but we are too busy to deal with such. He brought us where winter bears no snow or ice. Dealing with water will not be easy. We need more tables and chairs than before, and I am busily churning out beds, barrels and bins.
We must build more, perhaps I shall document more important events, but the mundane I can do without.
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