Things are proceeding smoothly. Adil Abankod is producing saleable wooden crafts full time in preparation for the trade caravan’s arrival later in the year. We’re building a butchery so we can round out our diet with some meat. Farming has already started to yield delicious plump helmets.

Migrants have arrived! Only two, but every bit helps. One of them, Deduk Pillarglide, is an expert tracker and is decent with a spear, so hopefully he can supplement our meat production with hunting.

The trees are starting to bloom all sorts of pretty colors, which really helps take the edge off when we’re forced to go to the surface for wood or fish.

Led Enamalåth created a masterpiece pear wood chair! The whole colony looks forward to sitting in it.

We’ve secured a source of stone and wood is plentiful, so things are looking up. There are edible fish in the disgusting ocean and we will begin farming plump helmets as soon as an irrigation system is in place.

After a lengthy journey, we’ve arrived at Fikodesmul and have set up camp on a plateau overlooking the ocean to the east, a reservoir of water larger than I have ever seen before and on the surface to boot, which I find frankly repulsive. The beaches are littered with driftwood, and snow-covered trees tower above the knotgrass. We will begin digging in for shelter immediately to get out of the fresh air.

As we dig, we uncover tree roots deep in the ground. Anything that blocks the march of progress must be removed!