From the Journal of Blue Emu FireLashes - 19th Granite, Year 137.
Well... it's not quite three weeks since we arrived at this miserable hole, and so far we've avoided disaster... knock on rock!
We're getting properly dug in, and both of those clueless chuckle-heads finally seem to have figured out how to swing a Pick. We managed to scrape together enough soil in a small underground chamber for us to mark out plots for our Plump Helmet farm, with enough extra space for some Sweet Pods and a seed stockpile. Connall is in there digging up the soil now, and we hope to have the seeds in the ground by the end of the month.
We've got a drawbridge built at the mouth of the tunnel, although it's bloody useless for defense until we can rig up a lever and some mechanisms so that we can raise and lower the damned thing. At the moment, the inside of the tunnel is a mad-house. As soon as the Miners had advanced the working face far enough, we brought all our precious Booze underground and stacked it along one side of the tunnel until a proper store-room could be excavated. The two Water Buffalo were starting to look a bit peaky... the poor buggers have nothing to eat in this pest-hole... so we threw together a Butcher's Shop and a Tannery as soon as enough stone had been moved to give us space for them. The Buffalo have been converted to Buffalo Burgers; but I hope Lord Strange gets off his arse and tans those hides soon... they are really starting to stink.
I've set up a Mechanics Workshop in the last remaining patch of open space in the entry tunnel; we'll need Mechanisms for the levers, the drawbridge and also for the field of Traps that we're planning to lay down just outside. I've got the Miners digging out store-rooms and workshop areas now... hopefully in a week or two we'll be able to move all this crap out of the entry tunnel and stack it up properly, out of the way.
We're all still sleeping in the bloody dirt and eating standing up, because the most urgent jobs haven't left us time to dig out bedrooms or a dining hall... let alone set up a Carpenter's Shop and a Mason's Shop to build the Beds, Tables and Chairs. I'll be Gods-damned glad when we can finally put some doors on this rat-hole. Maybe that will keep out the cold.
The biggest surprise has been the local wild-life. It's been very quiet. The nastiest thing we've seen near the Fort so far is a herd of Yaks. That sort of luck can't last... I won't rest easy until we have a functioning drawbridge and some solid stone doors blocking the entrance. Up 'til now, our main "defense" has been those six pet snakes that we brought along, pastured right outside the door to serve as an early warning system. We're Gods-damned lucky that nothing really nasty has come along... those snakes would get in one good bite each, and then they would be just a quick snack.