Hello, this blog won't have a theme. Or anything approaching coherence. It will have ravings, rantings, and anything that I decide I want to share.
Ask me BT questions and I'll answer poorly.
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They/Them, any works
+++---------------------------4th of Hematite---------------------------+++
Seems like its nary impossible to find yerself with even a lick of free-time as foundling. Haul this, construct that, try and hide yerself form the rain that never seems to stop. But a little bit of leaisure is good for the soul! So I sequestered myself away a pint and told my friends here that I was going to try and wrangle us up some grub!
Cold brew and a wet line is the best way to raise anyone's spirits! Besides, it'll keep us going on food if I have any luck so no one can call me a time waster. Good time and take stock of our current situation anyway, considering how rude that giant owl was...
We've started to fill out our small surface farm plots while we draft plans for irrigation under the surface. Usually we'd use the groundwater to fill a cistern, but this river across from us gives quite the opportunity. I'll have our dig boys draft up a plan soon as they can, Tubal knows how busy they are!
Further along to the right I've marked out the outlines of what will be my little way-station in this forest! Once I've got a design I like, I'll have the miners dig out a channel so that we can start placing a foundation for it! Soon our little colony will be full of hustle, bustle and thirsty patrons eager to tell me their woes!
Nary the only good thing about farming above ground is the variety we can grow, as much as us bearded folk can guzzle Dwarven Ale and Rum all night and day; sometimes we crave a little variety 'tis only natural!
Speaking of...we started harvesting the seeds out of a variety of roughage. Most importantly of them all though...
Whip Vines! These are very highly sought after in our society, they make some of the best booze around! Second only to Sunberries in value, though good luck finding those.
Even better, they can be milled into flour, which is similarly valuable! Us dwarves are simple folk, we want good food and better drink; this lovely little plant supplies us both!
I've already brewed up a few barrels worth, and the taste is truly something that's hard to believe!
+++--------------------------14th of Malachite--------------------------+++
Zon came to me today from huntin' in a huff, seems we have a group approaching our new home! Though it drops my stomach to think about what will happen, we must be brave.
These gobbos will stop at nothin' to destroy us, and our fledgling colony, we're fightin' not just for our lives but our futures!
Just as I put a hand on her shoulder and told 'er to rally everyone to the walls did she give me the most peculiar look.
Ah...turns out the group was a small group of migrants, seems I got worked up for nothin'!
As they approached our community, I got a good eye of them. And well, small doesn't even cut it! There's only five of 'em! One of them is a kiddo too! How under the earth did they manage to get here through the beasties?!
Couple herders by the look of it, reckon from one of the smaller Hillocks we own, along with their kiddo.
Little guy seems to stare at our miners in awe, least when he ain't sawing logs in his room!
Aside from the happy family, a weapon-smith came by to settle. Been pretty quiet since he arrived, thinkin' just wants the simple life out here without any quotas from the military back home. I can respect that.
But wait, who's this...
What under the earth is she doing here?! I've heard rumors of her through the fissures in the ground! The young prodigy who can shape stone like a lesser dwarf shapes clay, and she's come to this fledgling way-station in the middle of the savage forests?!
Perhaps she's lookin' for her next bit of inspiration? Who's to say, all I know is that I'm happy to 'ave here! Already I've introduced myself, and requested she make us some furniture for our up and coming dining hall!
Having some masterfully made tables and chairs to dine upon, oh that'll bring the mood up surely. Certainly could use the help, seems some of our fellows are having a rough time right now.
Ya know, being a tavern-keep and a leader has it's similarities. People come to me with their problems, and I try and talk 'em through.
Though, must be said it's easier to help them out after they've had a pint or three! Hahah!
+++----------------------------21st of Galena----------------------------+++
Summer's already starting to wind down, can even start to feel a bit of briskness to the breeze. Won't be long now 'till the leaves start to change and fall, and the cold embrace of winter returns to entomb us once again...
Though! We have a trade caravan coming within the next month or so, it'll give us a chance to shore up any point of our stocks that seem to be lacking. Last thing I want to deal with is hungry bellies as we retreat underground to our hearths!
My people are clamoring for us to get our supplies underground before the freeze, and I'm inclined to agree. Even if it pains me so, my tavern must come after the needs of this colony; even if it's a corner stone of my designs.
So much work yet to be done, so little time to do it in...aye, might as well get back to it 'fore they claim I'm hiding in this book again!
breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby
Knowing that Eridians have much longer lifespans, and also he can't be at every school on the planet at once, Ryland Grace decides to record a bunch of entertaining science lessons with Rocky's help.
Hundreds of years later, Eridian kids still get excited when the substitute teacher rolls in the 3D shape projector, because they know they're in for an episode of Friend Grace the Science Ace.
Pestered by Vulturemen and Vulturewomen.
Attacked a couple dogs, broke a dwarf's foot.
Caravan came, couldnt get set up because of them, left.
Low on food, fun around the corner
-Urist
Pestered by Vulturemen and Vulturewomen.
Attacked a couple dogs, broke a dwarf's foot.
Caravan came, couldnt get set up because of them, left.
Low on food, fun around the corner
-Urist
Sandpapering: Strike a Mech' with multiple, low damage shots spread across multiple locations. Usually the result of "fishing" for crits using multi-shot weapons such as SRMs or LB-X ACs.
Introducing the ASW-Lance! The best budget method available to deal with pesky Boomer Subs.
Got some missile submarines wrecking havoc on your supply lines? Rogue captain threatening nuclear Armageddon?
Show em the Lance!
A hand held ASW torpedo, fashioned to the end of a metal lance. Simply drop the brace Mech' pilot over the reported location, and they can guide the torpedo in manually using their jets, augmented with the torpedos own guidance system!
Just be sure to disengage the lock before the warhead makes impact...
