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From the journal of Asmel Orrunmafol, Captain of the Guard
A cyclops showed up today. He hopped right over our border wall and slaughtered all our livestock. I watched as he threw cats, dogs, horses, and turkeys into the pasture wall, crunching their bones. He even mutilated the corpse of Cilob Noramnish the pig. That bastard.
He took out two of my marksmen before we were able to bring him down. I’m thankful the rest of us are okay.
From the journal of Dumed Granitenet, Countess of Fencedbalance
Well shucks, wouldn’t you know it, I just got word that father finally passed away and left me his estate, and now everyone’s calling me “m’lady”. I like it here in Fishbanners though! I think I’ll stay, for now at least.
I’d better get set up proper though. Y’all better build me a throne room, a great bedroom, a great dining room, a personal mausoleum, 3 chests, 2 cabinets, 2 weapon racks, and—mm—let’s say 2 armor stands for good measure. Or I’m gonna start getting mad.
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
We’ve broken ground on Underdeep, our planned colony. A wagon-sized spiral ramp runs straight down 39 layers into the earth, where we’ll be establishing a second dining hall, barracks, dormitory, and metalworks, and stockpiles for the same. Scouts have seen veins of native silver and galena in the cavern just above. Hopefully there’s more hidden nearby.
Overheard conversation of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
—the Forgotten Beast Who has come? Thaci? Yeah, I know. Scouts reported sightings of him in the underground cavern. We have him sealed off from the staircase—
—he got in?? How? There was a DOOR down there???
—yeah I know I said I’d have him taken care of eventually, but I guess I had forgotten about him—
—he’s headed for the dormitory? He’s already destroyed the wood furnace, metalsmith’s forge, and smelter? Well what are you standing around here for?! Assemble the Reign of Arrows and The Armored Lenses!
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
We gather here today to mourn the loss of our good friends Sazir Logemobur and Kikrost Olinsefol, may Doren bless their souls. We need to start accepting that occasional werebeast-related murders are just a fact of life here in Fishbanners, and definitely nothing to tantrum about. Friends and loved ones will receive complimentary rock mugs to ease their burden.
I’m also pleased to announce that construction begins immediately on a Transcavernic Ramp which will allow trade deep beneath the mountain. Strike the earth!
From the journal of Etur Reglelum
I’m starting to suspect Mayor Sigun might be a psychopath.
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
That damned wall is finally complete, and the tree root escrows into the lower levels are all patched. If anyone gets themselves killed the next time the goblins show, it’ll be their own damn fault.
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
Ever since that performance troupe showed up, no one seems to be interested in any kind of useful activity. Production has ground to a halt. Not like we have, say, defenses to erect, or homes to construct, or any other such trifling matters.
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
All that quarry digging and yet, we still managed to run out of stone as soon as we tried to do something eminently practical, like build bedrooms. Unbelievable.
There’s far too much loam about in the substrate – might need to spin that damn thing back up.
From the journal of Mayor Sigun Asmelrimtar
The traders from the mountainhome were more than happy to take our many bins of assorted clothing. We did not feel the need to divulge their macabre origins.