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the Craft of Armories

Exploration

the Book of Dawn

Ω

the Esteemed Swamp

night creatures

alligators

Here inwe pride ourselves in. Founded byHeavenrock inremains the northernmost civilized metropolis, and has served as the foundation for our trek southward.We have spread across the land, founding fortresses wherever we go, fightingand fearsome-folk alike.

ágedos Kåtâkkurol, giant alligator man

"Overamaze the Scaly Embraces"





Eight Notable Kills

Kadol Helmonslaught the dwarf, b. 127 d. 208 Upur Drilltoned the human, b. 205 d. 208 Amxu Hideoushated the goblin, d. 210 Mato Vilebanner the dwarf, b. 199 d. 214 Dostngosp Pointymenaced the goblin, d. 214 Gorpu Stokermeadow the human, b. 188 d. 216 Snodub Hatredclod the goblin, d. 216 Lafó Faithqueen the goblin, b. 59 d. 228

Thirteen Other Kills

the Red Crypts

war

the Lined Ghoul

Kingdom of Smiths

the Beaches of Chucking

The Red Crypts

Scholarship

the House of Prophecies

the Steppes of Bewildering

serene

research

unicorns

faries

evils

sinister

Our brethren,, have been atwith thefive times, but for the past hundred years the goblin invaders have been pushed on the defensive by a coalition between the human civilizationand the elven civilizationhave spent this time focusing instead on, building the sole library in all the land,in Wanderdikes.Wanderdikes lies in, atemperate shrubland. Their proximity to the steppes has given them unprecedentedopportunities intoandHowever, their research into theof the world is sorely lacking, and thus has tasked us to found a seat of further learning in a biome where moreforces hold sway.

Southeastern Peninsula



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the Meandering Ocean

the Gnarled Hills

shambling corpses

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the Demon of Rancor

tortoise demon

☼slade throne☼

π

slade structure

tropical grasslands

Ω

scholars

the Craft of Armories

the Red Crypts

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7th Granite , 250



the Gnarled Hills

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the Meandering Ocenas

The sentries have returned. Apparently the ground ofis teeming withand, but at least the waters ofare calm. We have no reports on the local wildlife (our sentries gave them a wide berth), but the rock samples they provided were very informative.

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The Gnarled Hills The Meandering Ocean



Tropical Grassland Tropical Ocean

Temperature: Hot Temperature: Hot

Trees: Sparse

Other Vegetation: Moderate

Surroundings: Sinister Surroundings: Calm



Shallow Clay

Very deep soil Little soil

Aquifer Aquifer

Shallow metal

Deep metal

Flux stone layer



metal

the Gnarled Hills

the Meandering Oceans

metal

flux stone

metals

scientific interest

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goblins

Shadybottles

Misttarrîsen, Knowledgecoal

The diplomatic situation in the area is fairly calm, with the only dangers being theand. Both the humans and elves are within trading range as well, if they choose to brave the hills to reach our outpost.I have filled out a requistion for the supplies that we'll need for our colony. The supplies should arrive on the 9th, and we will leave the next day. The requisition form required a name for our outpost, so I gave it a suitable name:

Prepare for the Journey to Misttarrîsen



(copper picks [2]) 1 puppy, ♀

(copper battle axe) 1 puppy, ♂

(dwarven rum [45]) 1 kitten, ♀

(dwarven wine [45])

(plump helmet spawn [6])

(pig tail seeds [5])

(cave wheat seeds [5])

(sweet pod seeds [5])

(rock nuts [5])

(dimple cup spawn [5])

(cave fish, ♀ [45])

(plump helmets [15])

(dwarven ale [42])

(dwarven beer [45])

(wombat meat [45])

(iron anvil)

(silver war hammer)



philosopher

(silver war hammer)

undead

philosphers

research

I'm still tracking down the final members of our expedition; the final position is for awho's skilled with thethat I ordered in case we are attacked by the. But it seems like mostprefer to spend their time doinginstead of bashing in skulls.--------------------------------------------------------------



9th Granite , 250



undead

wagon

Mebzuth Iklistast, Engineer

Proficient Optics Engineer

Mebzuth Whispersabre ♀ Proficient Fluid Engineer

Urvad Girethonol, Scholar

Proficient Geographer

Urvad Imagemountains ♂ Proficient Writer

Dastot Thortithalåth, Scholar

Proficient Chemist

Dastot Spellbolted ♀ Proficient Writer

Kib Delethdegël, Scholar

Proficient Astronomer

Kib Polishedgalley ♀ Proficient Writer

Fikod Zonlashëd, Scholar

Proficient Mathematician

Fikod Helmedprophets ♀ Proficient Writer

Doren Isaksazir, Scholar

Proficient Critical Thinker

Doren Spatteredbridge ♀ Proficient Hammerdwarf

Monom Ishlumdumat, expedition leader

Proficient Logician

Momom Nutroughness ♂ Proficient Writer

dawn

rising sun

wagon

Kib: "Why can't we just leave at night? We're a group of seven, the bogeymen won't bother us." Urvad: "Do you really want to travel at night? Night crones and vile trolls roam these parts. Or have you forgotten about them already?" Kib: "Still better than the murderous sun ."

Kib spits!

Mebzuth looks sick!

Mebzuth vomits.

vomit

wagon

the Jungles of Amythest

sunlight

tropical green trees

ill at ease

the Still Affliction

eat

barrel

forest

engineer

scribes

Me: "How can you be proficient writers if you don't even know how to read?" Dastot: "How did you become a proficient writer? I just copied whatever was on the page! Besides, I'm a chemist! I don't need to read, I just have to mix things together! You're the thinker! Me: "I just copied the symbols too! And I'm a thinker, not a reader! We just sat around in circles talking until I got my degree.

poetry

jungle

sun

strange mist

night

The roster is finally complete; with experts from all eight fields of study (and the ability to defend ourselves from the), our scientific outpost is set. The supplies have come in and are all packed on theAnd of course, myself:We left at the break of, and our party of seven emerged groggily from the hills, cursing the. Mebzuth immediately tried to stumble back inside, but Doren dragged her back onto the. Kib rubbed her eyes.Thehit the road with a sickening splat. Therolled on.Travel throughwas slow-going and disconcerting; the mottledpassing through themade us all feel. We heard the braying of elephants as we forded, but luckily we spotted none of those giant monstrosities on our way across. We stopped tosome salted (cave fish), and Mebzuth guzzled an entireof (dwarven wine) to settle her stomach.On our trip through thewe started up a discussion in which of our professions was the most useful. It turns out Mebzuth, despite being a brilliant, has never made a mechanism in her life. The rest of us (except Doren) had all spent some time training asbefore, copying out books for others.It also turned out nobody knows how to read.It turned out most degrees consist of sitting around in circles talking. Or, in one case, drawing pictures.It also turned out that each of us was legendary at one form ofor another. Apparently that's another thing they teach in the learning circles.As we approached the edge of the, thewas beginning to set, and aseemed to hang over the hills before us. I made a quick poll and we decided to camp for the. Doren takes first watch.--------------------------------------------------------------



10th Granite , 250



jungle

the Gnarled Hills

grass

noon

Doren: "Momum?" Me: "Mmhmm?" Doren: "Is that an eyeball?"

The day began normally enough; we started away from theand into. The ground underfoot was fine,and gravel, but aroundthings began to get a little strange.

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Me: "Yes, yes it appears so."

staring eyes

squriming tentacles

the Gnarled Hills

Urvad: "How does they even live? I mean, they don't look like plants . I wish we had a naturalist with us." Me: "Naturalist?" Urvad: "You know, one who studies nature ." Me: "Oh, you mean elves ." Urvad: "No, someone who studies animals and plants. Sometimes a dwarf decides that studying nature is a good idea."

I stared for a moment. It stared back.Soon we were rolling over entire fields of, along with what appeared to be. We continued for a long while in silence. Apparently the sentries weren't exaggerating about the plants inI stare blankly back.

Like others in his culture, he finds nature somewhat disturbing .

Urvad: "I have no idea why, either. Although if we're supposed to study the plants and wildlife here, I guess someone has to do it."

!!flesh!!

Frillyhates

the Demons of Rancor

the Beaches of Chucking

the Saffron of Nations

pits

Urvad shrugs.By the afternoon we caught the smell ofto the west. Urvad says it's probably from, the dark pits. It used to belong to the goblins of, but in the midspring of 205drove them out and established, giving leadership to the human Sareve Lionromanced. Sareve died two years back, with her youngest daughter Narena Twistthundered inheriting the title of administrator. We used to trade with them a few years back, when they were still mostly human, but now Narena is the only human left in the the entire

Renusstosbûb, "Frillyhates", dark pits

Owner: The Saffron of Nations, elves

Parent Civ: The Beaches of Chucking, elves

administrator: Narena Twistthundered, human

1 human

45 goblins

25 beak dogs

25 trolls

As we passed, I wished her luck.--------------------------------------------------------------



11th Granite , 250



Killertwinkled

Tarnishsoaked

Crewedfiend

dark pits

the Beaches of Chucking

Frillyhates

night creatures

craving the taste of sentient flesh

We forded the streamsandtoday, and decided to try to find our way around a third.lies to the northwest, another set ofconquered byin the same offensive that took. They set up an elf to take charge of the local goblin population, and from what we've heard they have been fairly successful, with the goblins being cowed by thewithout and an administratorwithin.We gave the pits a wide berth.--------------------------------------------------------------



12th Granite , 250



eyeballs

pack animals

yak

tendrils

Doren: "I see it, but does it see me?" Me: "It's looking at you all right." Doren: "But does it see me? Is there anything behind these eyes? Do the Gnarled Hills see us? Do they approve of us trodding all over its back?" Me: "It's a bunch of hills. Of course it doesn't care. It's not alive." Doren: "But these are. Look at how they follow my hands. They know I'm here. There's a mind behind it. I know it." Me: "Alright, you keep it distracted then. Back on the wagon , everyone."

Today Dastot asked me if theare edible. I stared back at her.I do a lot of staring these days.She said that it's important information; ourmight starve otherwise. She picked a particularly juicy eyeball from the ground. It blinked in her hand. All eyes were on her. Even the ones on the ground.She took a bite, and immediately spat it out."Tastes like grass." she said, and threw it to our pack, who immediately started eating the whole thing. Well, that solves that question.Doren picked an eyeball and stares into it, as the mule started chewing on the, squriming even as it ate.Doren continued to stare into the eye as the wagon rolled onward, but all around us, the eyes seemed to follow us as we passed by.I am not going to get much sleep tonight.--------------------------------------------------------------



13th Granite , 250



Poisonwinter

wagon

We are nearing our destination, andis visible on the northern horizon. We're not going much closer to it, but I think from our destination we should still be able to see it on a clear day.Speaking of destination, we still need a group name and symbol for our outpost. Doren suggests the Eyes of March, which I immedialy strike down, much to her disappointment. We settle quickly Nebélurvad, the Admired Seal, and Urvad quickly sketches an image he calls Okang Urdim on the

Okang Urdim

The Yore of Towers ≡τ≡

is an image of two bookcases and a pig tail.



the Gnarled Hills

We've decided to hug the coast until we reach our destination. The natural flora ofare too disturbing for us to continue walking through. The sand may be slower to traverse, but I will not have a dwarf break before we even reach our outpost.--------------------------------------------------------------



14th Granite , 250



The wagon has gotten stuck in the damp sand, but we're close enough to our destination that I've decided to stop. It's too late to begin digging; we'll get started in the morning.

A Dwarven Outpost



You have arrived. After a journey from the Mountainhomes into the forbidding wilderness beyond, your harsh trek has finally ended. Your party of seven is to make an outpost for the glory of all of Rigòth Kumil .