Author: Shiginshem

From the journal of Mosus Reguvar, Liaison with Likot Tadar

When I traveled to Lotoloslan six months ago, it was a thriving colony. When I arrived there yesterday, it was a completely changed place. Dismembered limbs and pools of blood littered the ground like garbage. Their former leader Olin Ildomeshtan was not there to receive me—someone on the outskirts informed me that she was a secret lycanthrope and a traitor. Apparently a ranger named Moldath Helmedworthy had assumed control of the colony and was actively engaged in a protracted civil war with a dozen of their turned brethren. I fled the place fearing for my life and will likely never return.

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

The death toll keeps rising. In addition to earlier reported deaths, we’ve also lost Aban Etursat, Kib Desisvutok, Urist Likotet, Morul Ethabkogan, Atir Rovodnunok, Dobar Athelzursul, Fikod Munestkubuk, Rith Lokumcilob, Kikrost Asobusen, Litast Ducimrakust, Vucar Kadolothos, Zefon Rigothotung, Rigoth Gusilthob, Iden Tolunonol, and Mebzuth Bomrekasiz.

Aban and Kib had succumbed to the curse of the werehare and became enraged, tearing at the throats of their former comrades. We had no choice but to put them down, unfortunately at great cost. Blood now covers much of our surfaces, and assorted dwarf limbs are scattered throughout the halls. Morale has never been lower. The only thing keeping us going is the great task ahead of us of carving out a much larger tomb and increasing coffin production.

Iden and Mebzuth had been with us since the beginning. I’m really going to miss Mebzuth.

R.I.P. Atir Egomlitast, Iden Tobulas, and Solon Gisekablel, killed by the werehare Thur Ofojalew.

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

We gather here today to honor the lives of our fallen comrades Vucar Kadôlothôs the Armorer and Oddom Isondodók the Stonecrafter.

While I didn’t know Vucar for long, he had shown great promise for the colony, and it saddens me deeply to see his life cut tragically short at the ripe young age of 76.

Oddom on the other hand had been with us from the beginning, and I considered her one of my closest friends. I swear on the name of Id that I will exact revenge on this foul beast if it shows its hideous face here once again!

Now help me haul their bodies over to the designated garbage dump.

From the journal of Atír Emgashdatan

Long live Lotoloslan! I was recently given the honor of leading our military. Henceforce we shall be known as The Gloved Bands. Our supplies are meager, but we should have enough crossbows to arm half a dozen of our finest warriors.

Right now it’s a squad of one, but it shouldn’t be more than a few days before I can handpick a solid crew, and—what’s that? An invasion, you say? …  The same Bini Puderigu that singlehandedly chewed through the corpses of a hundred dwarves in the year 396? OH SHIT I GOTTA G—

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

Our hall beautification project nears completion and Dastot and Rigòth are deep below the surface searching for mineral deposits to fuel our fledgling metal industry. Lotoloslan is already gaining a reputation for being a great place for work and drink, as evidenced by the dozen migrants who just showed up at our halls!

I must shift my attention to making full use of our newly increased labor force.

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

Lotoslan doesn’t need these tree-hugging elves as trading partners anyway. How dare they refuse our artisinal wooden bracelets!

From the journal of Edëm Ustansodel

Nish be praised! Well there I was, out at the old tree-chopping grounds, and an adorable baby girl just popped out of me right then and there! Zefon and I have taken to calling her Obok Ezarlòr, or Obok Ez for short. The others have barely even noticed though, what with all the commotion from those elven traders who showed up recently. I don’t understand how anyone can take them seriously — it took them four whole days just to get their caravan into the main hall!

From the journal of Rigòth Gusilthob

a man from the capital come. says’z name is Mosus Reguvar, an’ he’s a fine fellow as fars i’m concern. says he’s a lee-ay-zon. all we do is drink and party now. i like this fellow.

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

As the snows pile up outside, two stories of good solid earth insulate us from the cold, and the larder is filled with enough food to feed fifty dwarves, which should suffice for the meagre 14 residents. The temporary dormitory has been converted to a barracks, and a more permanent one has been constructed below. Our industry is up and running. Lotoloslan thrives!