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== Meshring ==
''1st Granite, 187. Strike the earth!''
The miners be praised, we've arrived. The queen insisted that our party set out ahead of the tide, for the glory of Nil Egath "The Hammer of Jungles", and we barely made it. The sight of our new home is before us, and our expedition leader has called a halt to the wagon. We have named this spot Zithisathel, "Meshring", and we will devote our lives so that it's name enters our legends forever.

They claim we were specially selected - seven dwarves, a few supplies, some pack animals and a stretch of virgin earth ahead of us.

I, '''Eruch Uvarral''' and '''Mistem Rutodral''' are our miners - some say they are kindred, some say they are obsessed, but no dwarf can deny that each carries the glint in their eyes of hunger for the mineral riches this land will yield to us.
'''Ingish Ustuthimesh''' and '''Vucar Sodelthosbut''', skilled with their axes, will fell any trees we may need - for our forges, should we not be blessed with coal, or at the least for our bedding. We have managed to bring some small store of wood, but this will not last.
Our food will come from '''Ducim Zasildom''', our resident food lover. Hunting it, skinning it, then cooking it, she also fills the position of our esteemed brewer. Essential!
'''Zon Mosusreg''' will form the basis of our metal industry, which will hopefully be in place before the winter, gods be praised. He will process metal or stone with the same efficiency.
And finally, '''Melbil Bomrekotil''', our doctor. She impressed us all with her displays of marksmanship hunting for food on the journey, wagering shots with Ducim and Zon, although none drew too far ahead.

The land is flat - a blessing and a curse - and the climate cool. Upon our arrival at the founding site, we can see four middling pools, frozen over following the harsh winter, and a few small puddles. The brook, x, is at the far north easterly extent of our range. It, too, is frozen, however we hope to see it thaw with the coming warmer months. Birch, ash, chestnut and the odd willow scatter the landscape, and the grass gives way to the odd exposed patch of black sand or dolomite boulder. Ducim, always looking for comfort food, laments that only two hives of bees that can be seen. As yet we have not seen another living thing in the area, making our three hunters wary of the quiet - ''too quiet''.

''1st Granite, 187, second entry.''
I have ordered us underground immediately. The black sand soil immediately below our feet will crumble before Mistem and myself, while the others chop some trees to supplement our stock of wood. Given the weather, I will leave the wagon assembled, whole, as a beacon for incoming caravans, should they arrive. A short tunnel, a curve to the left, and a hollow for the future trade depot. A small space will be cleaved for a general stockpile, but even in the darkness of the soil, it is too close to the surface for my liking. We will dig.