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Difference between revisions of "Bloodline:SL Flying Dwarves Hurt Arctic Hellhole/Year203"
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| − | Why keep track of days. They are such a nuisance. It doesn't help with | + | Why keep track of days. They are such a nuisance. It doesn't help with traveling, it only makes you think of what you left behind. |
| − | It seems like most of the 50 of us setting out were “tricked” into going on this journey, it is a good thing they gave me the map, seeing as I went on this journey knowing that we are heading to our possible death, maybe it is the name of this place that lures them... Idräthobok, or “Treasurepillar” in the common tongue. Ironhammer is the leader of our military escort; He told us that they would escort us to the edge of the icefield since they had to | + | It seems like most of the 50 of us setting out were “tricked” into going on this journey, it is a good thing they gave me the map, seeing as I went on this journey knowing that we are heading to our possible death, maybe it is the name of this place that lures them... Idräthobok, or “Treasurepillar” in the common tongue. Ironhammer is the leader of our military escort; He told us that they would escort us to the edge of the icefield since they had to patrol in that area anyway. |
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==='''Day: 11th Slate, 202'''=== | ==='''Day: 11th Slate, 202'''=== | ||
| − | We are here now, praise Avuz Boulderearthen the Mountainous Rock, we are here. Some dwarf, her name is Frewfrux I think, saw us and boy did she look upset.. maybe there were too few of us? She started telling us what needed doing and what to do. She looked at me for a brief second or too, just long enough to say haul junk around. I love to help out so off I went moving | + | We are here now, praise Avuz Boulderearthen the Mountainous Rock, we are here. Some dwarf, her name is Frewfrux I think, saw us and boy did she look upset.. maybe there were too few of us? She started telling us what needed doing and what to do. She looked at me for a brief second or too, just long enough to say haul junk around. I love to help out so off I went moving furniture and rocks. Have not had a lot of time to look around this place, seems nice enough. |
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| − | Heard some dreadful racket today, I guess Kogsak ( one of the miners and one of the starting four) took over a mason’s shop and started screaming something about wood... I haven’t seen wood since... can’t remember when. Frewfrux took it hard.. she didn’t seems quite the same after that. Back to work I guess. | + | Heard some dreadful racket today, I guess Kogsak (one of the miners and one of the starting four) took over a mason’s shop and started screaming something about wood... I haven’t seen wood since... can’t remember when. Frewfrux took it hard.. she didn’t seems quite the same after that. Back to work I guess. |
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| − | Melek didn’t seem to mind if I started doing things around the Fort, she did tell me to talk to Dishmab first. Frewfrux... well she just looked at me.... like she looked into my soul and cut it to pieces.. those eyes... eyes filled with | + | Melek didn’t seem to mind if I started doing things around the Fort, she did tell me to talk to Dishmab first. Frewfrux... well she just looked at me.... like she looked into my soul and cut it to pieces.. those eyes... eyes filled with despair.. So I left her alone. |
Dishmab was glad to have me help out. I’ll get started tomorrow it seems, as there is still more things to move for today. | Dishmab was glad to have me help out. I’ll get started tomorrow it seems, as there is still more things to move for today. | ||
Revision as of 03:14, 3 April 2010
Artic Hellhole, Excepts from the diary of Flyinghurts Twinkleabbeys
Prelude
Day: ????
Today some dwarf came up to me while I was putting a lovely milky white Pearl into a finely crafted gold amulet for the Queen. He told me that there was a new outpost that was teeming with jewels and diamonds, and that they needed someone to put all those jewels in pretty things. I got the impression he thought I was stupid and that I needed to be told like a child, which might have worked on some of the dwarves here. After I gave him a quizzical look, he told me that they needed all the help they could get from any profession for they settled in the barren icelands.
By my Beard I told him I would be packed faster than he could say “praise Avuz Boulderearthen the Mountainous Rock” ten times.
Day: ??
Why keep track of days. They are such a nuisance. It doesn't help with traveling, it only makes you think of what you left behind.
It seems like most of the 50 of us setting out were “tricked” into going on this journey, it is a good thing they gave me the map, seeing as I went on this journey knowing that we are heading to our possible death, maybe it is the name of this place that lures them... Idräthobok, or “Treasurepillar” in the common tongue. Ironhammer is the leader of our military escort; He told us that they would escort us to the edge of the icefield since they had to patrol in that area anyway.
Day: Who Cares?
Wolves killed Ironhammer.... There was blood in the trees... and the bushes. The military escort is off trying to get all of his remains and some revenge. They said something about leaving us all to our forsaken fate.. hope they mean this in a good way. Day: Later Sometime... a day? Two? Well, the military escort left, along with quite a few dwarves who were not eaten. There is 20 of us now and we are pretty near the start of the icelands.
Day: 10th Slate, 202?
Not sure if that is the right day, one of the dwarves told me that was the date. Still on the icelands, nothing but white ice and snow in sight, must mean we are close.
Day: 11th Slate, 202
We are here now, praise Avuz Boulderearthen the Mountainous Rock, we are here. Some dwarf, her name is Frewfrux I think, saw us and boy did she look upset.. maybe there were too few of us? She started telling us what needed doing and what to do. She looked at me for a brief second or too, just long enough to say haul junk around. I love to help out so off I went moving furniture and rocks. Have not had a lot of time to look around this place, seems nice enough.
Day: 10 Timber, 202
Met the famous Melek today. She looked different than I thought she would, haven’t had much time to write in here recently, busy busy busy, there is always junk to be moved about. All this moving is making me fit at least.
Day: 9th Moonstone, 202
Heard some dreadful racket today, I guess Kogsak (one of the miners and one of the starting four) took over a mason’s shop and started screaming something about wood... I haven’t seen wood since... can’t remember when. Frewfrux took it hard.. she didn’t seems quite the same after that. Back to work I guess.
Year 203
Day: 1st Granite, 203
A new year has dawned! Celebrations would be happening all across the kindom... but not here. It’s a little cold for that. Moving stuff still, but I guess I should start giving effort to noticing what is going on. There is some sort of magma contraption thing, it is to melt water I guess, not so sure it will work, but who knows.
Everyday I see these beautiful raw jewels in piles and in the stone. It haunts what little sleep I get that I can not put them into amulets and crowns aand rings and chairs and.... anything. I must find someone who can cut them... or I will try to myself, else I might lose my mind.
There must be something I could do other than move junk... maybe if I went to see Melek or Frewfrux...
Melek didn’t seem to mind if I started doing things around the Fort, she did tell me to talk to Dishmab first. Frewfrux... well she just looked at me.... like she looked into my soul and cut it to pieces.. those eyes... eyes filled with despair.. So I left her alone.
Dishmab was glad to have me help out. I’ll get started tomorrow it seems, as there is still more things to move for today.