~Maize's Thoughts~ 4th Granite, 270

A big griffon showed up today! I think they look cool, but they're also big and terrifying. I don't know if I'd be brave enough to talk to one, but this one smashed through Temperance's office and Temperance just talked to him like it was nothing. Everyone keeps saying I'm a hero, maybe Temperance should get some love.

6th Granite

Praetorian told me that Temperance had walked up on us while we were sleeping in the field. He seemed kind of uncomfy, so I asked if there was something wrong, but he said everything was fine. I guess he's just getting used to being in a relationship, too, maybe.

14th Granite

Something bad is coming... I can feel it.

I-is that Fa̯̜͉̖̠̘t̜̥h̦͈̩̗e̺͇r͎͚̫?..

D̲̪̬o̭ ̥̲̞̜̩y̻̘̺͈̥͉̝͡o̟̖̖͔̲̩͎͘u͈͇̹͍̤̯ ̩͉͈͕̹͘s̙̹̣̙̝m̡͓̟͈̝e̥̳͚͍̱ͅl̲̟̺̖̘͝l̨̹̞̙̤͉̮ ͎͇́i̢̥̰t͉̺͕?̖̬̟ ͏̹̱̳̰̭̩͇Th̗͚͈͈ḛ̗͍͈̥̝ ͈͚̙͕́b̫͎̙̺̣l̟̞ó̺̱̣o̧͎̤d͖͎̮̤̩̰̬?̵̪͓̠̭̩

̛̙͍̳̘̭͈̹Y͍̲̰o̫͕u̳͓̝͕̣͕͉r ͞b̼͍͙͙̟̭l̰͙o̧̳̥͙̙̹̟o̗d̷̗̝̙?̨̭̝͖

̫̭̤̜͚̗͇Y̬͞o̲̜u̫̘r̰̫͓̟̞͕͝ ̞̫͓̫̺f̗̭̰̙͙̗͕r͕̯͇̲̥͘i̩͢en̷̫͉͚̱͉̺ḓ̡̟̗͕̩̰s̨͚̭̪'͈̬̘̺̺̦ ̝͕̣̦̭̳͈b̘̲̫̣͉̝l̪o̞̝̰̠̗ó͉͙̫̳̼d҉͍̻̺?̫͓̣͚̫

͚͍̖͉͕̱Ỳo҉͚͎̟̖ṵ̲ ̧̲̺͕͕̹w̱͚̘̠̜i͍̗̥̺̖̤̱͢l͉͢l̮̘̳̬̯ ͏̹s̖̠̻̟͕̘͢m̷̲͉̰͔̥e͙̳̼̻̙̭l̷̠̖l̥̗͞ i̹͚͙̫͢t̺͖͕̗̬.͈͚̱̪̯̗͍

̦̞͡ͅI̼t̸̝͖͙̳̭͎͙ ̰̲͙a̹͝ņ̺̫̙̭d̙̥̦̹̮̞̤ ͇̗̩͎̯͟ṵ̲̜͎n̥͖̦͍̦̖ḛ̢̱̗n̦͍̺͍̭̩͙d̶̥i͉̤̗̻̬̤n̜g̻̼̣̻ ̪͓̜̺͉̬͓p̭͇̣̤̻͙a̠̫̣̫͢i̶̭͇̘̤̮nͅ ̟̟̯́w̯̳i̩͓̤̹l̜͉͉l̸ ̢͔͕̩͎b͙͇̮̖e̼̗̩͇ ̟̼̼y͖̺͙͓o͕ur ̱̖̺l̛̮̤a̰̙̙͘s͉ṭ͞ ͉̱̯̭̙̯̻m͠o̮r̼̳ta̹̤̙̻̦͝l̯̮̰͇͍̥̕ ͍̠s̖̰̥̣̝̭en̶̠̬̜s̹̖͘a͡ṭ̻̘̮̙̩̖i͉o̠n̗͎̹

̲̯͎̮A̩̞̪͚͕̣̞n̝̩ḏ̤͙ ̭͕̦̤͕̪f̯̹̳͍̼̙́e̬̥̗̙̭a͚̹r͍͍̦̟ͅ ̣w̕i͠l̝̻̺̪͇l̝͚̪̲͓̣͖ ̬b̪̱͍̗͈̟̰͜ẹ̘̦̱̝ ̭̪͜y̖̲̞̻͓ͅo̰̫̜̱̬̣̻͘ú̗̲̜͙͍͍͙r̗͚̼̬͠ l̴̲̩͎̻̗̠̫a̳̳̘̮̜̰̟s̙̙t̺͉̭̝͎ ͎̯͖͓͈̼͖́l͈͠i̳̰̼ͅv̢͈̦in͖̖̭̠̝̼̗͟g̰̪͚̣̟͇̰ ͓̞̖͖̘͍ṱ̵̲̫̲̲͖ͅh̸̪̥̳̦̤͓o̱̠̖ͅu͍̞̲̮͙͝g͚̬͙h̩̙̬̣ͅț̵̙̩.̳͇̦̞͙ͅͅ

Steel Rivets Journal

10th Granite, 270

The tavern was finished today. Good news, that. Saw a gryphon working on it, as well. Interesting. Also, Case Study came to me today, asking me to forge him some new tools. Very poor quality. Unsalvageable, I'd say. This may take some time. The headaches have been getting worse with each day.

11th Granite, 270

Most of this page is covered indecipherable runes of some sort. At the very top, underlined and circled it says: HOW DARE THEY TRY TO STEAL FROM US. DO THESE MORTALS NEVER LEARN?

14th Granite, 270

Well, something very unsettling happened today. A discordant pony came and nearly snatched up a colt named Cumulus. Fortunately, Redhat was nearby and managed to stop the Foalnapper. Unfortunately, he was wounded rather badly. Must get to work on those tools. Thieves are bad enough, but stealing children?Despicable.

Unknown to the ponies of Duskfields, that discordant pony did not travel alone. A pair of male pegasi had accompanied her on this scouting party turned raid, though one would have a hard time calling ether a Pegasus. Unwilling to put there lives on the line for there comrade in hoofs, her two companions watched her final moments from a tree well out of view of the settlement's residents.

"Smots like Feodor just got the pointy end of a nozh. "

"Ay, lotta guttiwuts had she me droog."

"Nots any now."

"Such a sham."

"Yeses, a real fictinny."

The half hidden bout of giggles they both had at this spoke volumes about how they really felt about her death.

"She almost nadit too."

"Till that molodoy got all gromky and horning."

"Such a sham."

"Yeses, a real fictinny."

More giggles, this time not hidden at all.

"By the bye, we ittying to tellytales to the bolshy Privodevat?"

"Sod me, he'll be razdraz bout this mess-down."

"Lot-a razdraz."

"Bolshy razdraz at us ifin we don't tell em."

"Right right me droog, best get ta em real skorry."

"Right right."

On there way down, one of the bat ponies found a engraving in there treeborn hiding place.

"Hey! Smot this woody me droog!"  

"Ha! Privodevat not the only odin razdraz at them Rainbows!"

Translation

Travel : many days

See not-my-tribe: ponies buildings many

Lots ponies : one griffon

Earth wings horn : ponies

many : farms

lots-of food : little/treasure(ether things not valuable or few things of value)

My-tribe: steal food broken(failed)

Young/fire/sword(most likely name) : death

Hate : not-my-tribe ponies

And with that discovery they departed under the cover of rolling dust clouds, little fearing the dark magics it carried. I fact, they welcomed it. It reminded them of home.

Symbol Meanings:

The following notes were taken off-hoofedly over the course of several weeks. Wood Chips misplaced his journal.

Entry ???

The party was decent enough. Smoothblock was nice, and everyone liked the wine.

There's a griffon here. Frankly, I dislike the chimerical things, but at least this one seems friendly.

Discordiant pony. Dimond Dog attack.

Maize crazy. Talk to Temperance. Find a silver blade and a pony who is willing to use it. Might talk to griffon for assistance.

Case Study's Journal - 8th Granite, 270

I'm starting to become nervous about keeping my discovery within the community walls. It's becoming taxing to even dispose of the evidence of its existence. I'm wondering if I can get one of the carpenters to build me a second small study in the woods, as I would feel much more at ease keeping it there. The hard part is figuring out how to justify the creation of the building, as I cannot tell anypony of its true function lest I cause controversy or panic. Perhaps I can tell Mr. Temperance that it would be a nice place to perform autopsies and keep the bodies of the dead before their burial. I can argue that other ponies may feel better if corpses are kept outside of Duskfields. A containment breach in the forest may not be overly problematic, but one in the fort is absolutely unacceptable.