Aluudon [DF]

Journal of Dizzy Vabôklilum:

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Spoiler Urgh... I swear, this is the last time I will try to drink the bartender under the table. I know I've said this a thousand times, but from the looks of things now, I don't think I'll get the chance to do so. I woke up last morning with the most terrible hangover in the middle of this Rakust damned desert with two other dwarves and no idea how I got there.

I talked with the two after I woke up and they said something about old boots? I didn't really care what they were talking about, I just wanted to find some civilization. Sand and dunes as far as the eye could see, no mountains anywhere. Definitely not a place for dwarves.

But, I kid you not, there was some dinky little outpost in the middle of the sand! The other two were ecstatic at finally finding this place, but I'm less than enthused. From my current situation and what my 'companions' said; apparently when I lost that bet against the bartender, I took his place in a group that got sent out of the mountain homes to help with some sort of expedition.

I've heard of these 'expeditions' and from the rumors I hear, they're all horrible death traps. This place seems like no exception to this rule, it's barely a hole in the ground with almost no protection from whatever terrible creatures could be out there.

Gods help me, I'm too young and pretty to die. If you're reading this than I've probably starved to death or been eaten by giant lizards or something. Ugh... lizards. Oh, and brother? Me taking your lamb is revenge for you breaking my toy forge when we were children. Now we're even.