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From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
The early and rapid chilling has the unexpected side benefit of keeping the fruits from the orchard preserved long past their normal rotting date, and as Mezbuth seems to be the only one capable of lifitng an apple off of the ground, it is taking longer than one might expect to harvest.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
The snows have started in earnest, and it looks like our friend from the capital has decided he likes our mulled wine more than the brewing snowstorms, so he will be staying for the forseeable future.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
I had an infirmary added to the compound. Now, from my office, I can conveniently hear the screams of both merchants and patients, and respond to each in kind.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
By Id’s provenance! No sooner had the ink on the metal contract dried than three smiths, two masters and an apprentice, arrived at our gates.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
The old forts lost to goblins in the past have been reclaimed, at least so the messenger says – perhaps this will distract from our fledging colony.
But I requested metal for weapons and armor anyway, just in case. And all they asked for in return was bracelets and figurines? I’ll never understand the captial.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
The rivers have already frozen over, which means there will be precious little to occupy Iden’s time now, other than tormenting the stray dogs. Perhaps we should dig a pit for him to have an “accident” in.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
The commercial district has been fully dug out – the aboveground workshops have been broken down, and everything is in the process of being moved below ground. Where it belongs.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
How do these cats keep getting in here? And how do they get stuck inside once they’re there? The mind boggles.
From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan
A trio of dwarves arrived from the capital, purporting to be immigrants ready to work, but i know an iternerant musician when I see one. We’ll see they are put to proper work.
From the journal of Dastot Kathillogem
boss’s farm plans dint have enugh drain spaces in em. water’s up ta yer waist thrugh the whole room. she dun yelled at me for goin to get a drink insted of watchin the lever. now she got us swimmin through it ta dig out some more drain space. she up still countin, always countin, never liftin a damn finger.