Post by Griggs on Aug 16, 2010 22:54:28 GMT -5
1st Granite, 1051
This is the log of Chief Engineer and Expedition Leader Griggs, written in the Year of our King Mosus Gomathalin One-Thousand Fifty-One. I write this on behalf of our nation The Mechanical Machine and our small group of settlers The Impervious Mine.
We've been traveling for close on a season and have finally arrived at our destination. A couple of months ago I was contacted by the Royal Settlement Company to lead an expedition north in search of valuable minerals, namely vast deposits of iron, copper, and tin. The money was good, and more wealth was promised if the whole thing should pan out. I agreed. It was only once we were all packed on the wagon that they gave us our destination.
Abysschills. A finger of workable forest and mountain butting up to and surrounded by the thick glacier layer of the northern wastes, and months north of our already chilly homeland.
We were then told that we had signed the contract and were in it for the long haul, whether we liked it or not, and it was this or the Royal Dungeon.
Bastards.
We were at least decently outfitted. Two miners, a stonemason, a farmer, and a carpenter. We lucked out on him- seems he spent some time in the military and knows his way around an axe. We also have an honest-to-gods doctor, though he seems a little... off.
As for supplies, we're not too bad off, either. A lot of booze, seeds, food, a breeding pair of dogs, and some miscellaneous junk. I also requisitioned a bronze battle-axe and a crossbow with a quiver of bolts.
The long journey has finally come to an end and we are now at our destination. I'll say one thing, they got the name right. It's cold as hell frozen over up here. After a quick survey, we found there there are, indeed, large deposits of iron ore, as well as coal, which means we could set up a very profitable steel industry quite quickly.
Something's not right about the ice, though. It seems... off, somehow. I'm going to make sure people stay off it if possible. Just a gut feeling, I guess. And the ants...
I gotta remember not to fuck with those ants.
This is the log of Chief Engineer and Expedition Leader Griggs, written in the Year of our King Mosus Gomathalin One-Thousand Fifty-One. I write this on behalf of our nation The Mechanical Machine and our small group of settlers The Impervious Mine.
We've been traveling for close on a season and have finally arrived at our destination. A couple of months ago I was contacted by the Royal Settlement Company to lead an expedition north in search of valuable minerals, namely vast deposits of iron, copper, and tin. The money was good, and more wealth was promised if the whole thing should pan out. I agreed. It was only once we were all packed on the wagon that they gave us our destination.
Abysschills. A finger of workable forest and mountain butting up to and surrounded by the thick glacier layer of the northern wastes, and months north of our already chilly homeland.
We were then told that we had signed the contract and were in it for the long haul, whether we liked it or not, and it was this or the Royal Dungeon.
Bastards.
We were at least decently outfitted. Two miners, a stonemason, a farmer, and a carpenter. We lucked out on him- seems he spent some time in the military and knows his way around an axe. We also have an honest-to-gods doctor, though he seems a little... off.
As for supplies, we're not too bad off, either. A lot of booze, seeds, food, a breeding pair of dogs, and some miscellaneous junk. I also requisitioned a bronze battle-axe and a crossbow with a quiver of bolts.
The long journey has finally come to an end and we are now at our destination. I'll say one thing, they got the name right. It's cold as hell frozen over up here. After a quick survey, we found there there are, indeed, large deposits of iron ore, as well as coal, which means we could set up a very profitable steel industry quite quickly.
Something's not right about the ice, though. It seems... off, somehow. I'm going to make sure people stay off it if possible. Just a gut feeling, I guess. And the ants...
I gotta remember not to fuck with those ants.