19th Timber, 1054 Chronicle of Mosus Lulârber, Dwarven Child

We have flux! Our hopes were not in vain: the dwarven stronghold Kulsimcerol has sent us all the flux they could spare. Too bad our weaponsmiths might not be up to par with their new material, steel. Even when one of the smiths has created Rigòthosram Gúr Avuz, an adamantine war hammer, menacing with goblin bone spikes!



The forgotten beast, ettin Tikbo Alkoctimta Ingsulauzo Egu, visited us. We kept his rotting skeleton for the heck of it.



Poor Stinthäd Dastotanan, our mad woodcutter, finally gave in to thirst in a desolate barracks after asking for shells I couldn't provide. I know it won't help Stinthäd, but we now have mussel shells.

We've also tried to recenter our dwarven keep, but that might not be possible before liberating the lower caverns. The first cavern is now sealed so we can use it as we wish.


The last stone is set.