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== Day 1 ==

Took a Job for the [[Sans Égal|City of San Seagull]] a little shit hole I landed in after the war. I mean it is not all bad, I got in a house of my own and I am in good with the city runners. Still, it is no [[Blue Gull Island]], the Sangria is swill, and the Ouzo is worse. Bah. Anyway, I took the job to go make some new friends with some locals who were having problems getting along with the people working at a [[quarry]] for old Seagull.

== Day 2 ==

In the morning we set out to improve our set up. I found us a good spot to hide out in at night for an ambush, it was a really good rut. In the afternoon, the [[Thumor Brickshield|Dwarf]] took a nap, guess the sun is a bit much for the little cave dweller. [[Bad Luck Bill]] made some very nice Spritely Woodland Dragons out of items around camp. Being somewhat of an artisan myself I improved the Spritely Woodland Dragons with the addition of an artistic rendering of [[Thumor Brickshield|Thumor]] sitting astride one of the dragons out of the local wood. I even made it more authentic by borrowing the dwarf’s magic rock and working it into the carving. It fit nicely into the carving’s head area, oh did I mention the dwarf had been rolling around in the mud and found a fucking magic rock! He is an interesting little guy. Our [[Pontiffs Exorcistae|Priest]] rallied the workers with a sermon on the stump, it was loud, angry, and only slightly less threatening than pointing his gun at the workers. He did that too. Either way I think some people are starting to listen to what he has to say. Something about [[Iron]] good, heretic bad, lets fill heretics with iron to make them good, or something like that, I was not listening. Well, I was trying too but [[Bad Luck Bill|Bill]] was seducing his spritely woodland dragons with a seductive song, I swear [[Bad Luck Bill|Bill]] kept learning at my carving of the dwarf during his performance. I mean, I couldn’t blame him, I do amazing work.

== Day 4 ==

The [[Thumor Brickshield|Dwarf]] talked to [[Foreman]] into giving us some extra guys to go clear out what was left of the camp. You know [[Thumor Brickshield|Thumor]] is not bad at talking to people, I can see why he is good in business. I should listen to him more, maybe pick up some stuff before I get my business going. [[Bad Luck Bill|Bill]] tried to help in his own way by attempting to seduce the [[Foreman]]. It looked like [[Bad Luck Bill|Bill]] almost got lucky, well at least he still had his spritely woodland dragons, maybe it is a plant man thing. You should have heard the [[Pontiffs Exorcistae|priest]]; he got back on his stump and told them all how fucked they were if they did not kiss his gun. I worked on a project for the evening. It was a modular dwarf decoy, I can tell [[Lorenzo]], one of the workers was super impressed. I will have to send him a carving after we are done with this. Afterall, what are friends for. Later that day I made a devious net out of some rope I had, with that and my decoy I was ready. That night on the way to the camp to clear it, we noticed we were followed. I vanished without a sound and slipped behind the people following us, I snuck up on one of them and thumped him good, not a peep. Good night sweet Carl, sleep well. I tried to knock out the second guy but that did not work out so well. So, another fight, I tell you it is very handy to have [[Pontiffs Exorcistae|Pontiffs]] to bless them with iron shot and a plant man who loves dragons on your side, oh and [[Thumor Brickshield|Thumor]] did stuff too, I think he waved around his magic rock or something.

== Day 5 ==

It was late or was it early? I tied up the people while [[Pontiffs Exorcistae|Pontiffs]] and [[Thumor Brickshield|Thumor]] searched the camp. The priest looked like he was ready to steal everything but decided to stick to his morals and not find anything of value. Thumor, used his magic dwarf eyes to search through the night, did you know they can see in the fucking dark! I mean that is crazy. Anyway, the dwarf found some old lady in a cave, stole her stick and bashed her head in with it, all because he wanted some shiny rock stuck on the end of it. Remind me not to pick up a pretty rock around the little fuck. I mean I like the guy and all but he will murder you for a shiny pebble. Anyway, the dwarf must have felt bad because him and the priest tried to patch the old bitty up. I helped by tying her up, don’t want her to try to bash our head in the night. Time for bed

== Day 6 ==

We head back to town, takes all morning to get there. The other guys report to the foreman and I decided to interrogate the old lady. Oh, did I mention we picked her up on the way back. I gave her something to eat and put a cowl on her on account that it was cold enough to frost the sea. Turns out her people were just trying to frighten us off. I think I will carve her something if I get a chance, maybe after I take care of [[Lorenzo]]. Of course then Pontiffs shows up and starts screaming at the old lady, something about being a foolish back water heathen worshipping piss puddles in tree forts. I think he wants to raze the village. So could not get much out of the old lady after that.

== Day 7 ==

So, we talked about if we should stick around or report back to Seagull. We decided to stay and search the camp. Pontiff tried to give a sermon about how Iron is the support that holds us all up and crushes the infidel. Before breakfast, well the worker’s breakfast. I mean them religious folk need to eat and the rain made it a little more theatric and it helped to wash some of the mustard off [[Pontiffs Exorcistae|Pontiffs]] shirt. It did not go over well. While all that was going on I had my breakfast and went to hunt some wood so I can make [[Lorenzo]] some carvings, but it was raining and there weren’t much good wood around. The best piece I could find was pitted and knotted. [[Thumor Brickshield|Thumor]] played with his magical rock. It seemed to go about as well as my wood search. I never seen someone try to forge something by pouring melted magic rock into muddy ground, but what the fuck do I know, I’m not a dwarf. They got them secret ways.