Day 1 - Settled Peacefully and founded the City of Innsmouth, defended by the stalwart ship Heart of Gold. Bless this verdant land we have found.
Day 7 - Explored the Orient, opening peaceful diplomatic channels and arranging for settlement rights, offered me a free bag of "spice" to take home to my people
Day 10 - the Citizenry of my city have developed an inexplicable craving for the "spice" that can be procured from the Orient and refuse to act like civil tax payers without it
Day 13 - Established the Colony of Asheron to settle oriental peoples and harvest their "spice" farms. Financial markets are begining to teeter if supply of the substance cannot be maintained.
Day 18 - Upon discovery of further "spice" farming by a nearby settlement, plans are being drawn up to privateers their spice trade and capture it. Shortages in "spice" lead to psychotic breaks in common people and looting and riots. I must admit, this stuff makes my daily porridge quite palatable
Day 21 - War was declared between the impotent Bard and his foolish people who hold the "spice" lands i want for me and my peoples. Civilization itself now depends on seasoned porridge and fish. It goes well with everything!
Day 23 - Let the annals of history record my glorious victory over those musical legions, This shall form the start my personal "spice" stock. Odd, this morning my eyes were glowing a bit blue. maybe i should cut back on the seasoning . . .
Day 28 - War was declared upon Innsmouth by the crusading legions of a nearby warrior. she claims our work with the Orientals is blasphemous, despite her OWN "spice" trade routes. To the depths of the inferno with her! I shall lay claim to her mining operations AND her spice fields. That giant mountain at the center of her mines looks like a grand site for my next castle. Hmmm . . i'm out of spice for my tea. I'll have to fire the maid again, or maybe that's not sending a strong enough message.
Day 31 - The War rages! Amidst the screams of battle, i heard the earth speak to me. He is coming, and our glorious spice crusades will wake him. I shall send in arsonists and sabateurs to burn that overzealous warrior womans's town to the ground. The spice must flow!
Day 35 - I should never have come here. My cities riot and burn in demand for spice, the mountain screamed fire into the sky this morning as we prepared to invade; my legions are lost. That zealous harlots troops have stolen my bardic spice fields and burned Asheron's spice fields to the ground. The Heart of Gold is all i have left. I must flee.
Next time, next time i'll do it without spice . . . but just one more jar of it on my porridge won't hurt, will it?
lacks sand worms and freman