User talk:Kalon

Meshring

1st Granite, 187. 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.

Mistem Rutodral and Eruch Uvarral 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.