Day One: Spent a lot of today simply exploring the dwarven city of Kal’Urgan I have confirmed what others say – the dwarves around here are practically barbarians I have concluded that, despite the fact that I am a dwarf, I cannot live here I’m taking the few supplies I gathered and moving off to the Great Kingdom of Oren very soon I’ve amassed about 650 minas or so from pigmen As an inventory, I have a stack of logs and about 30 loaves of bread in my possession currently, plus an iron sword and a few wooden tools As a side note, the housing in Kal’Urgan is abhorrent Don’t go there -VY Day Two: I’ve arrived in the Kingdom of Oren, and I intend to purchase a quaint little apartment that’s slightly underground. I’ve paid a sum of 300 minas towards the total cost of 1,300 minas, meaning that I only owe 1,000 minas, which I now have in my possession, which I made while exploring the far north today. That was quite unnerving, actually. I passed through about six towns, all of which were completely devoid of life, with the occasional exception of a dog or a pig. The most unnerving part of it all was the last town I visited, extremely far in the north. I found a human corpse, surrounded by a large amount of the poor person’s possessions. I cleaned the mess up a bit, but I couldn’t get it all. I also got lost in a massive cave shortly before this. I saw so many diamonds… If only I could have gotten them. The place was absolutely infested with zombie pigmen. I came out with about 2,000 minas in total and a few pieces of loot, so I guess getting lost in there wasn’t a total loss. :: V.Y. :: :: :: :: Day Three: Today was extremely interesting. I did more traveling in the north, and I came across a village that was populated. The people there were friendly, and I bought some things from them. The population of this town consisted mainly of humans and orcs, which were oddly friendly to me. I did a lot of talking with a woman in the town, and she said that a bandit Elf woman with BROWN hair threatened to tell Krugmar that the little settlement was a threat. After I left, I continued to head north. After a time, I came to a floating Undead city. It was deserted, so I kept going. After traveling for some time, I came across the road that I followed from the tribe I was exiled from. As I continued walking, I felt a bizarre chill creep down my spine. I was forced to turn back. How will I ever know what became of my home… I’m exiled both by law and by my cowardice. I believe that something is physically preventing me from heading further. It felt like a cold force to me.