Journal of Murob Helmedvises
1st Granite, 201, Early Spring
If I ever see those damned noblemen again, I'm going to have their head on a pike. Why in the name of Armok would you ever want to send able bodied Dwarves out here? And with so little supplies?
I swear I heard them laugh when I left the mountain home. They don't expect us to survive. Neither do most of us, but I'm determined to make some impact here. I'm not going to be some sick game to those noblemen. I'm going to live, but it's not going to be easy.
We are only seven Dwarves, ready to strike out in this horrible frozen wasteland. Lesh has taken to calling herself the Militia Commander already, and demands that everyone listen to her, but they seem focused on naming me Expedition Leader. I'm not sure if I'm honored or simply horrified that I have these people's lives in my hands.
We've finally reached out destination, this land the nobles called "Honorbands". I assume it's some kind of joke. I see nothing but ice for as far as the eye can see... My men are freezing. I'm going to order we stop the wagon here and dig. We need to get out of the frozen air soon, I feel uneasy up on the surface.
10th of Granite, 201, Early Spring
Something is falling from the sky. It's bleaching the landscape in a disgusting yellow.
It's some kind of stinking mucus. It slams into us and our animals relentlessly, causing bruises and cuts on all of us. I've ordered the wagon to be taken apart, and for everyone to take to the stairway to get out of the mucus rain. We cannot afford taking injuries.
20th of Granite, 201, Early Spring
Urt and I just finished of mining out the stockpiles. They will need some work, but for now, I don't want that mucus seeping into my ale.
Everyone managed to get underground safely, except Timd. He decided it was a better idea to drink while the mucus slammed into him unrelentlessly. Now he's whining to me about how he hurts and how we need a hospital.
I told him to shut up. He'd better not whine to me about this all month. If he develops some disease from that mucus, it will not be my fault.
22nd of Granite, 201, Early Spring
Lesh announced that a Blizzard Man was on the horizon. He's far from our hole in the ground and seems to be running around in circles.
I told her to ready her axe, we'll have to be very careful if it decided to come for us. She agreed to be stationed outside the hole.
((I'mma update one month at a time, editing to update. Do you all like this RP style? If you don't want it I can just go to normal "I did this to our fort" style updates.))