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Granite in the Age of Heroes, 150[edit]

1 Granite
It wasn't a pleasant morning. I don't recall last night, but waking up on a bed, or a cot in my case, is a sure sign that something went right at that point. That usually means you've drunken a lot with friends in a grand dining hall or that you've finished a hard day's work under the earth. Waking up in the middle of a battlefield with a headache puts that sort of thing into perspective.

It wasn't much of a battle either. The enemy were scattered goats and antmen and such, I think. You could hear the sounds of fighting all around but couldn't see anyone. They may have been up on the cliffs, or down in the valley, but they weren't here.

Finally comeone came for me. Some Dwarf whose name I didn't catch, though he said he was a Guard, came down the hillside and dragged me into the mountain home Äkimkulet. He could have been a lot less rough as he did really drag me over the floor a number of times; even let gravity help me down a floor of stairs, though I didn't end up hurt. Strange entrance - it was much longer than it was wide, creating the impression of a giant trough. On the way, another Guard - they were dressed the same - helped the first guide me. After descending two floors, I was brought to some dead-end corner to the Dwarven King. I think he was the King. He had either a crown or a pot on his head (it's hard to tell with the lighting). I had a pot on my head, so maybe he was another me, but the way he spoke was definitely noble. "I don't give a hoary marmot's teat about what your name is" pretty much confirmed he was a noble, and I know I wasn't a noble. If I were, I probably wouldn't have woken up on a battelfield with a headache. Then, as if being brought before the King wasn't enough of a surprise, he then told me to go kill a dragon.

A dragon! I only woke up ten minutes ago by this point.

They shoved a piece of paper in my hand and tossed me out. Of the whole mountainhome, then refused to let me back in!
I swear I woke up only ten minutes ago.<br\> <br\>

3 Granite
After some searching I've been finding various strewn body parts all around this mountainhome, though I can't tell from what. These must be leftovers of former points in the battle that I still hear going on around me but can't find. Also found a couple of pieces of finely crafted armor without a Dwarf to wear them. You'd think people would be decent enough not to ruin good metalworking like this. I gathered up as much of it as I could find and tried to bring it back to Äkimkulet. There were also some stale rations strewn about all over the place - meat mostly. They were far beyond edible so I left them to finish rotting, to save the good people of Äkimkulet some stench. As I forgot to expect, I didn't get into entrance as there was some kind of party at the base of the ramp, with five Dwarves of various practices standing around and talking. I don't think they heard me over the continued sounds of fighting from outside because they continued to stand there even after I asked them to let me pass. If they weren't going to let me in to return their armor, then I decided I'd keep it myself! I don't need it, so I'll just sell it to someone else.<br\> <br\>

4 Granite
Two suits of armor are heavy.<br\> <br\>

?? Granite
I've lost track of the day by the time writing this entry. I've explored the south of this valley a lot of discover that I'm, boxed mostly in, save for a northern passage. Why did we Dwarves settle here? There's no magma, just brooks for water, and it's rather frigid. Seems like we were randomly dropped here. That's just probably wishful thinking - makes me feel better about waking up on a battlefield without knowing how I got there. The dragon fits into this analogy somewhere.

Speaking of the dragon, I've been looking at this map enough to realize that this is a map of the region where the dragon is not where I am. A lot of good that does me. I could use some fresh food to eat, just like in the bake sale that was being advertised on this flier I was given. I'm not sure why they wanted me to know about a two-week ago bake sale but it must be important if they'd write about it on the back of the map. Maybe they mean "food near the dragon cave."<br\> <br\>

?? Granite (day after last entry)
I've given it some thought. If I'm going to be fighting a dragon, I'm ill-equipped to attack it. At close range that thing would kill me for sure, and I don't have a crossbow. I have to practice throwing stuff and hope I knock it unconscious first.

Having said that, though, I just threw a rock, it accidentally hit a Mountain Lion, but the thing didn't fall unconscious.