19th Granite, 103. Early Spring
We admit the goblin. May the monsters of the deep know fear!
We also assign steel battle axes to our squad. They’ve had enough training–no more of this ridiculous wooden nonsense.
The year 103 has begun. Our military takes some well earned R&R, leaving their equipment neatly lined up in the barracks (along with their food?):
We elect a mayor:
…who is currently sleeping in the stockroom. We’ll need to make sure we’ve got enough bedrooms, as well as appropriate mayoral offices.
I don’t know if you remember when we were suffering gravely under the assault of the Giant Bluejays, I pointed out a child who’d been orphaned and lost a sibling. Well, we finally located their mother’s body, in a pond. We’ve drained the pond and recovered the body for burial.
Perhaps we can finally begin to put the terror behind us.
The farms are established:
There is one plot for each of the underground crops. The area below the wooden fence (well, wall) is the animal pasture. The levers up top are to control the flooding. We are also carving out another room for an animal pasture below; we’ll need to flood it and let the floor fungus take root. (I hope you can do this…)
The first mayoral mandate has come in:
A single crossbow. Well, we can do that.
A new kind of tragedy has struck:
They were taken by a mood, and claimed a workshop… and then we forgot about them. I guess they were unable to find what they needed. We’ll see what happens here…
It feels like things are going well in Listenwound. Winter is over, our stocks of food and drink are high, we feel secure in our defenses. The underground farm is nearing completion. Elves have arrived and we will soon browse their wares. Perhaps our troubles are behind us.