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Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 1:
The queen sent us here on the first expedition to the western sea, in hope of meeting the merpeople, so that we may harvest their bones for profit, or, if that is unsuccessful, to form the first Dwarven settlement on this sea.
Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 2:
We have arrived. It is rather cold here, and the snows cover everything. We will Strike the Earth! And chop down enough trees to begin making our beds and workshops. Sir Puffypants will see if this ocean yields any fish, and maybe merpeople.

Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 3:
Buzzards! Buzzards everywhere! We seem to have disturbed a nest of them. The dogs don’t like ‘em, though, so they shouldn’t bug us too much.

Boy, dead buzzards everywhere, the dogs seem to enjoy ripping their wings off!


And jellyfish! Hopefully this means we will have something to eat.

Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 4:
No more buzzards! We had to build a butchery to deal with all the corpses, and Orvidos took a disturbing pleasure chopping the things up and tanning their hides.

We shall have to make use of the horses we spotted.
Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 5:
We are starting to get low on food, the jellyfish were not able to be fished, and there are no other fish, so we have built an irrigation system, and it has set off without a hitch.

Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 6:
Great, some migrants just arrived. All that means to us is more mouths to feed.

Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 7:
We are lower on food than I thought, we shall have to start gathering plants, hopefully we can survive until the harvest.

Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 8:
Orvidos is going kinda crazy again, he keeps insisting we let him hunt groundhogs to remedy our food problem, so I set him up with an axe and told him to go for it. I will never forget what the military shorthand reduced his name to: “rvds".
He’s calling himself the Grizzly Boats, he must be off his rocker.
Journal of Bill Door, Grim Reaper, Page 9:
He’s gone absolutely loony, ignoring the fact that I gave him an axe, and decided to strangle the groundhogs; lukily for him they don’t stand a chance, they can’t even penetrate his clothes!

Part 2 in next post!