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Overseer's Log: 1st Granite, 1052, Early Spring
Do you know what it is about the air outside that makes me so sick?
It's that damn stench! It smells like a barrel of rotten turtles soaked
in elven vomit! I couldn't sleep at all during the long journey here last year.
So when we finally got to sleep underground for the first time in a long while
- with earth around me, earth above my head and earth below my rugged arse -
it felt as good as being in the arms of a fat hairy dwarven wench!
That stench.. now that spring has arrived it's starting to seep in through the
cracks again. I wonder if that's what has gotten poor Oltarked so jumpy?
He is mumbling about that river all the damn time. They say he's been having
nightmares too.
Truth be told, I didn't like this place from the beginning.
Also, I have to admit that... in some way I do understand him. There is something...
threatening us. But as any sane dwarf knows - the threat is coming from above NOT
from below.
All along I've been saying that we must dig deeper, fill the corridors with
lethal traps and use the materials we've gathered to craft an arsenal of weapons
that would make our ancestors proud! And now that I've been chosen by my comrades
to oversee Gatelightning - by my grandmother's black beard we will!
Poor Oltarked did a good job with the farms and the workshops, and he's
one hell of a mason. I'm gonna have him use all of his time building magnificent
things from stone. Perhaps that will help him to get his head straight and thoughts
sorted out. A dwarf should spend his time building things, not obsessing about rivers
or wondering what kind of trinkets would the humies or elven tree-huggers like to trade.
Speaking of tree-huggers... We need to find a way to flush them, their reed skirts
and their stench out of our stronghold before they arrive.
There are things that need to be done.
Luckily Oltarked made sure we'll never run out of alcohol.
Yes... He is a dwarf after all... He is gonna be fine.
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Overseer's Log: 1st Granite, 1052, Early Spring
Do you know what it is about the air outside that makes me so sick?
It's that damn stench! It smells like a barrel of rotten turtles soaked
in elven vomit! I couldn't sleep at all during the long journey here last year.
So when we finally got to sleep underground for the first time in a long while
- with earth around me, earth above my head and earth below my rugged arse -
it felt as good as being in the arms of a fat hairy dwarven wench!
That stench.. now that spring has arrived it's starting to seep in through the
cracks again. I wonder if that's what has gotten poor Oltarked so jumpy?
He is mumbling about that river all the damn time. They say he's been having
nightmares too.
Truth be told, I didn't like this place from the beginning.
Also, I have to admit that... in some way I do understand him. There is something...
threatening us. But as any sane dwarf knows - the threat is coming from above NOT
from below.
All along I've been saying that we must dig deeper, fill the corridors with
lethal traps and use the materials we've gathered to craft an arsenal of weapons
that would make our ancestors proud! And now that I've been chosen by my comrades
to oversee Gatelightning - by my grandmother's black beard we will!
Poor Oltarked did a good job with the farms and the workshops, and he's
one hell of a mason. I'm gonna have him use all of his time building magnificent
things from stone. Perhaps that will help him to get his head straight and thoughts
sorted out. A dwarf should spend his time building things, not obsessing about rivers
or wondering what kind of trinkets would the humies or elven tree-huggers like to trade.
Speaking of tree-huggers... We need to find a way to flush them, their reed skirts
and their stench out of our stronghold before they arrive.
There are things that need to be done.
Luckily Oltarked made sure we'll never run out of alcohol.
Yes... He is a dwarf after all... He is gonna be fine.
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