Entry 1: Huzzah! After an agonizingly long trek through lands that could best be described as "elven", we have arrived! The site in question, although certainly as frigid as the prospector had told us, is rich in wood and stone, and should be an excellent outpost, provided we can survive come winter.
Entry 2: After several days searching for suitable entry points, we've decided to strike the earth at a natural shale wall located near a peaceful brook. Shin will be pleased! The lead miner, an eerily calm fellow with the dubious name of 'Ralion' requested blueprints for the main floor. I'm not really qualified, but I gave it a try. I'm not sure they like it.
Entry 3: Goodness! The gods must have their eyes on us! In a single day of digging, we've come across veins of both bauxite and ruby. Few dwarves have been this fortunate in this short period of time. ...I'll keep a look out for monsters. This doesn't feel right.
Entry 4: Progress on the Northern wing is coming nicely. It seems that the miners have seen better, but it's definitely not the worst they've ever dug out. That vein of bauxite turned out to be larger than we initially thought. Supposing we can get some craft booths up and running, we should have a good source for scrimshaw.
Entry 5: We're low on alcohol. It's only been a week. Someone's skimming off the top, and I can't figure out who. I swear, if we have to cut back to only 8 pints a day, someone's getting hung from the rafters.
Entry 6: Psst. Don't tell anyone I wrote so, but it seems that Ralion and Raryn have been getting a bit close lately. Spending so much time in the dark tunnels together, it's no real surprise. I wonder if they have plans? ...oh great. I'm gossiping. And writing to myself. I need alcohol.
Entry 7: Due to our lack of hops-based hydration, we've been forced to resort to water. Bland, useless water. I've ordered the construction of a well to be fed from the brook through an underground canal. The stone-grubbers are starting to get on my nerves with their smoochy smooch crap. If I thought we could get along without them, I'd send them to strip-mine that quartz deposit a couple miles from here
Entry 8: Finally, something else to do besides stare at the sun and drink from a damned river. The miners inform me that they've finally completed the first section of the main floor.
Maybe if we can get a brewery going, I'll feel better.
Entry 9: Scoundrels! The kobolds have been sending scouts to our fortress! We only found out because one of the scaly little bastards tried to make off with my chess set. Luckily, we slaughtered him before he made it a hundred feet. Note to self: Maybe the mining duo aren't so bad after all.
Entry 10: Good news. Ralion and Raryn have announced their intent to marry! Well, technically, they married ten seconds after he proposed (Apparently AnarchyLad got her license to wed shortly before we left the Mountainhomes. She claims that marriage rates rise 180% in the presence of shale. The woman terrifies me.), but I suppose that they were engaged for a time.
Entry 11: Some migrants have arrived. Apparently, reports of our current successes have reached home. I'll be processing them in the next few days.
Unfortunately, we'll have to cut back on alcohol consumption even more now. Shite.