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!
551, 18th Granite, Early Spring
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!
551, 2nd Granite, Early Spring
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.
551, 1st Granite, Early Spring
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!
550, 5th Opal, Mid-Winter
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.
550, 27th Timber, Late Autumn
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.
550, 15th Timber, Late Autumn
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.
550, 27 Limestone, Early Autumn
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.
550, 18th Limestone, Early Autumn
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.
550, 16th Limestone, Early Autumn
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.