Here depicted: Innocent dwarves ignoring impending doom.

DAY 1

We have been exiled. On our last night in our beloved city, we got so wasted…

I don’t even remember leaving. Yet here I stand, with my seven companions, who are sharing my fate.

The sun is hurting my eyes. The sound of the horses’ hooves on the ground makes me thing my head is going to explode.

I used to be their boss on our criminal mischiefs. I am a natural leader after all.

We arrived at a big plane, with some small lakes around. There’s lots of vegetation and no wild life to be seen. Looks like a great place.

I shall call this place “Pagedbright”.

We dump our carts and start unpacking this stuff. Our very first priority, to strike the earth. I can’t sleep with the stars over my head.

There’s a few patches of red sand around. I had never seen the likes of these.

As we start digging what will someday be the grand entrance, the cats get immediately inside with the miners. Those cats are crazy. I hate them.

But they will help with pests. Until they become a pest of their own. But I don’t dislike cat meat…

We begin building a big room for stockpiling all the useless crap we brought here. And booze. I guess food too.

We are also building a big cavern to grow our crops. We need something to distill the booze from. And more rooms that we might use in the future.

speaking about booze! We need a still. Likot is on it. He’s a builder he says. He’s never earned a penny in an honest manner, but as long as he gets the job done, I don’t care at all.

We have begun building our rooms. And a big room to rest, contemplate the meaning of life, and drown our sorrow in mead.

One of our miners has fallen asleep on the job. Body resting against stone wall. I’m gonna kick his lazy ass. We can sleep when we have rooms!

Kitchens and distillery are running. Our farms are soon to be operative. I am gonna call it a day. All this writing is getting me tired.

DAY 2

It is late spring, and today is a bad day. Our stone masons somehow fucked up some stairs. And there are no stairs anymore. One of our miners is trapped, wondering how he’ll get up that massive hole on the ceiling.

We are building emergency stairs just to save the poor lad.

Update: We are apparently NOT building emergency stairs. These jerks prefer sleeping drinking and eating to helping a friend. I am fearing for the now two dwarves stuck underground.

Will they starve?

It is now three dwarves. They are carrying all of our picks. We are screwed, unless they somehow grow a brain.

They have digged their way out. But in their hurry, they accidentally struck an aquifer. We are doomed, water is rushing in, and there’s no way out.

I hear water. I have closed my door, I don’t want to see the end coming. Pagedbright falls. Farewell.