Journal of Dementia

[Jackwolf]

Day one, my world begins in the forest. Nestled amongst the trees I awaken to a smoldering fire nearby a riverbed. After a quick survey of my surroundings I see just trees, rocks, and a single fox. I make myself a simple axe to fend off whatever I may find on my trek southward along the riverbed.

I find the remains of a campsite. A small bed, some torchposts, a chair. Further south at the river fork I find more of the same, though this time some odd stones with archaic writing... Slavic? No... Russian. I gather the remnants of the north most camp to this southern one at the river fork. Perhaps someone will stumble upon me here...'

Day four, Rault and I have built up the camp. We now boast a storehouse beside the river, and a cabin further in to sleep at night. We made a firepit and some more chairs to surround it for any visitors that may wish to join us for a meal. I feel pretty good about this place... It's turning out very promising. A small cave was found to the north filled with a small cabin and some drying racks, the cave itself is very short and showing no metals.

Day five, I woke screaming early this morning... I dreamt of ants chasing me, huge ants. All I remember is diving into the water and not being able to make it back to shore, then everything went dark...


Day twelve, We must leave this place. A friendly neighbor came by and gave us some fur, as we had none or the means of getting any, and as we set it out to dry someone stole it when we were off gathering... We need to get away from all these people nearby.

Day fifteen, I have found an ideal place for us to move to. To the south, away from this war I hear tale of. A patch of grassland shrouds the path to a cave south beyond it. It looks ideal! Though there are some minor fencing in front of it, it seems abandoned otherwise. There are some short tunnels inside, and it is very very deep.

Day twenty, We have finished moving everything down here. After setting up a mutual friend arrived to bolster our numbers and help out. Dresdin Cole. We're setting up very quickly! A cabin already, and fields on the way thanks to our previous friendly neighbor. The cave provides great storage from looters and pillagers, though we haven't seen anything. A village! Two! South and south east. We have heard little from them, but they seem quite big.

Day twenty two, It is a long walk to the very depths of the cave. First you must cross a deep lake with strange, ghastly look fish, and then an hour or two trek until you see shallow water. From here you can wade through back to the largest enclave of the cave. An ideal place to retreat to during an attack.

Day twenty eight, A stranger appeared just outside our cave this morn. His name is Jason, and he is a "Recent arrival" to this place. We agreed to help him along and he would be free to stay with us if he liked, he's currently removing some stumps from the field to our south.

Day twenty nine, While out exploring I happened upon a freshly built cabin on an island in the lake to the north. Seeing an opportunity I, well, took it. All of it. I left the man some intestines, at least. After a short boat ride east and returning, it seems the owner had returned. I had a short conversation with him where it was revealed that he had been exiled from his village by his so called "friends", for some other villager stealing a pumpkin and taking it to the mans farm. I have returned his things and apologized, we have become fast friends since. He is swede, and his name is Herby.

Day thirty one, We're progressing even more quickly than I had anticipated! A herd of Aurochs appeared in the grassland north of the cave, we penned them quickly and proceeded to take them down once the fences were secured. Their meat and hide will serve us well. Another herd has roamed into the meadow to our south, we penned them as well. We shall eat well for some time.

Day thirty five, Grave news. While I was gathering logs people have left along the river I ran into a heavily armoured woman, bearing iron and a helm with antlers like a deer with her sword gleaming in the waning sun. She threatened my life at our immediate encounter, to which I rowed down to our temporary docking spot to drop off the logs. After this she asked if it was I who had settled at the cave to the south, to which I admitted. She informed me that we were to move within a week for her village leader wanted our cave, our lives did not matter so long as they held claim of it. I asked if there was anything she could do to stop this, but she is only following orders. I thanked her and she bid us farewell, I left swiftly for her village after. I could find no one, but outside the gates marked three graves. They mustve been of soliders or villagers past, as they were well kept and expertly engraved. I approached to inspect such monuments, but was horrified at what I read. Archaic writing, Russian language. The rumours I have heard of the Russians in this land do not bode well, nor do my own few chance encounters. It is time to leave, an soon.

Day thirty six, Some passing travellers from a place called Malaz have provided me with a map of the land, though it is still missing many pieces of its puzzle. Perhaps one day we may fill in these blanks. This will help us greatly in finding somewhere to go. I believe I have found where we may go. There are some lakes far, far to the west. Past some uncharted territory. Perhaps we can find peace and structure there. We must prepare for the journey.

Day fourty, We are all about to set out. Dresdin and Rault have gone ahead, while I finish the crops and prepare Jason for travel. We have made all of the leather from the Auroch hides into what little armour, packs, waterflasks, seedbags we can. The boats are ready, we set out. We return to our original campsite and head north west to the end of a river. We will go up it and crisscross through several others and a few lakes to reach our destination. We can only hope for what we may find.

Day fourty four, we have lost Jason in the travel. We had almost reached the destination when Rault had turned around to see only his boat floating there, Jason no where to be found. We fear the worst, but who hope for his safety. We shall set up camp while we survey the land.

Day fifty, I have found it! Our ideal place. A mudflat to the north, marsh to the east, grassland to the south, and a cave to the south east. It is truly paradise. Far inland, away from any passing by on rivers. We walk the boats to the site which shall be our future home and begin construction of lodging and crops.

Day fifty three, I have not slept since we have arrived. There is so much work to be done, but I do it happily. Our home is the future, from there we shall prosper.



Note to everyone, this is basically a recap of what my experiences in H&H have been thus far. I'm merely curious as to what people think of how myself and my friends are going about, and welcome any questions as to this "journal".

[Grable]

Very nice, man! Poor jason D:

[Jackwolf]

Yes, we're worried about him too... >: