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Second Entry
It has been a few days since my last entry, thought to be honest it is hard enough to write at all what with my tired, aching arms and blistered hands. Day after relentless day we have felled the trees that surround our new town, sawing wooden planks and cutting up blocks. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, I have watched as houses begin to emerge, then walls, and now even roads roughly paved in stone. More stragglers have found us as we thought they would, and now we number perhaps some thirty individuals. Here and there are the signs of nacent industry; kilns and metal smelters, drying furs and garden patches. The smell of woodsmoke, and sound of voices in the distance. Always there is a faint hum of human kind and no longer just silence and bird call. The town is not much to look at yet, but its startling if you consider how just a few days before there was nothing but acres and acres of trees. I suspect that for many this industriousness is a way to forget about the horrors we left behind. The memories of the dead. If I close my eyes I can still remember...
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But no, it is best not to think about it.
It's a strange thing. Only days ago I stood in this very spot and there was nothing. Nothing made this land significant for us. One point of ground was much as another, and another, and another. We had no sense of 'here' which could stand opposed to 'over there', only one more nature scene soon to be replaced by another. Now however the land is given meaning by our dwelling in it. To settle is to create stability, to give birth to some kind of world. I have my home and hearth, as do my neighbours, and each day we wake and go about our business. There is 'near' and 'far', 'inside' and 'outside'. Even the cardinal points of 'East', 'West', 'North' and 'South' are given new significance. Still, it feels as thought we might all be blown away in a strong wind, leaving no sign of our passing. Our roots in this land are only superficial. But day by day we make it our home.
Lastly, some troubling reports from scouts. It appears that Brodgar was indeed not the only town of the old world visited by destruction, and that there are many other settlers in this new land. And not all of them are friendly. For now we can only keep one eye on the horizon as we work and train, and hope that we can defend ourselves when the need comes.
Yolan
Aracos wrote:Nice project!, loving it, will be hard to prevent raids and attacks, but good luck! keep us informed.
NIGNOGNAG wrote:Hello,
I wish to live in Brodgar. Mind sending me a pm?
NIGNOGNAG wrote:Hello,
I wish to live in Brodgar. Mind sending me a pm?