Journal of Yolan, Founder of Brodgar -
- First Entry -
For now I am writing this journal on a scrap of paper brought with us from the old world with the rest of our meager possessions. There is not much space left, so for now I must write in small script and keep the entries brief.
Where to begin? Once again we have been cast into the wild. The collapse of the city of Brodgar was long foreseen. What was not anticipated was that it was the hand of nature, not men, which eventually was to be its downfall. Of what happened a mere few nights past I can not yet bring myself to write of here, but I know it will haunt my dreams for many nights to come. The others are no less scarred I am sure.
Hounded by nightmares through a baren landscape we kept moving for days, pushed to our limits, discarding all our belongings, our cattle and prized possessions as they weighed us down. But here we are, the survivors of old Brodgar, ready to begin again in a new land. There are only some twenty of us left, but perhaps more stragglers will find us soon. I also suspect that Brodgar was not the only town to meet its end. We may gather more people as the days go by. For now the task is simply to stay alive, foraging for food and constructing shelters. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
Yolan
Journal of Yolan, Founder of Brodgar -
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...

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
Journal of Yolan, Founder of Brodgar -
Fourth Entry
Since moving to Brodgar I have lost count of the number of times I have been woken by the ringing out of axes on trunks, the yells of 'Timbeeeer!' and the crashing of trees falling in the distance. Slowly these sounds have receded, not because the rate of tree felling has decreased in the slightest, but because the tree line is now quite far away from my house. Today I wished to finally make myself a nice chair and table to sit at when eating instead of squatting on the ground, but gathering the wood was quite difficult. I have noticed that across the road my neighbor has actually started paying some of the newer settlers for logs. I am torn, because he is offering the most amazing curiosities that I am just dying the study, but then I need the logs for my own home.
In other news the town is developing nicely. One positive development are the roads. After experiencing the confining roads and mess of the previous Brodgar, I decided to establish a proper town plan this time (this was also because of the urging of Brodgafarian). We now have nice broad streets ten paces wide around the keep, and twenty paces wide avenues running north, south, east and west. Slowly these roads are being paved, with effort focused on areas shared by groups of friends. The east side and the south side are especially well paved at the moment. The north side is still heavily forested and under settled, while the west side is developing into something of a slum of roundpole fences and leantos.
Another development is trade. As each person has their own plot in Brodgar, it is necessary to trade for the goods that you need. There are hunters, miners, and farmers, people with fish to sell and some with clay. Life is still somewhat basic, but our conditions are greatly improved from a few weeks ago. The prosperity of the town can be seen almost each day, when an out of town trader comes to sell his various supplies and villagers gather by the keep. Outside traders also help keep things a bit fair. No more blasted bone saw cartel!

Unfortunately I am myself too poor to afford anything for sale at the moment. Much of my time has gone into design and planning, and my own home leaves much to be desired. I do have a chicken coop, but as yet no damn chickens to put in it. Perhaps I will find some this afternoon...