The Gnolls were not so friendly, and it turned out that those who requested the help did not actually represent the government, but pursued their own ambitions. 
From the beginning, instead of a settlement delegation, our travellers were met by ice monsters, like long curly icicles, sharp as a blade, cleverly hiding in the snow, which seemed to get no damage from fireballs. The goblins had never seen this, but did not panic, and managed to cope with the icy moving icicles.
At the entrance to the settlement, by the sounds it became clear that some kind of military operation was going on in the city. Richard was greeted with blood-stained two people, who thanked him for the visit, and calmly issued the accompanying paper, ordering to place Richard's group on the contents of the new government. Everything was so deliberately mundane, as if Richard distracted them from breakfast, and not from the heat of battle.
Tomorrow there will be instructions and an attendant to the walking dead. In the meantime, a dream, albeit to the sounds of battle and the groans of the dying.

"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"The err, morally challenged mages.. "
"Yes?"
"We recovered a substantial part of our debts."
"Why do I see a 'But' coming in?"
"Err.. We believe that they were surprised and didn't call on their security staff. We do not think it will be the case anymore"
"Just send more debt collectors and don't bother me with trivialities!"

Quartermaster is getting busy, buildings, boats and weapons starting to flow. 

From the diary of Dark Schneider:

It's Schneider again. Damn it, Moira messed up my day count. Now I don't know how many days I've spent on this world. I guess I'm stuck with the new calendar for now.

2nd of May Year 2

Organizing things in Fulford was harder than I thought. We simply don't have the manpower. I am thinking about just pillaging the city and sailing away. Or better yet hire a Majordomo.

6th of May Year 2

There you go Schneider. Delegate. I hired a man called Logan and put him in charge of the city's logistics. He was a known figure in the black market of the city. I figure he'll be able to organise the production and trading of goods better than I could ever do. I also told Zodd to gather his troops and get some silver from the populace. I promised him that he can keep 10% of the silver plundered. That got him motivated.

12th of May Year 2

I still can't figure out how the weather can be so nice and calm all the time. There are no storms on this world. I tried to explain to the girls what a real storm was. That got them real excited. They want to learn how to summon tornadoes and unleash mighty storms and lightning bolts. We're starting small though. Wind and weather lore for now. 

23rd of May Year 2

The Skalperian mages set sail back towards their home to investigate some crypts. They took 3 of your rafts with them. The girls are pleased. They really hate skeletons. I guess we won't pursue that branch of the dark arts. There are still plenty of spells to choose from. Let's stick with safe subjects like artifacts and the weather for now. They are fine for both conversation topics and fields of study I guess.

24th of May Year 2

We're sailing out. Hoping to catch the forces of Gyperboreya off guard and clean the rest of the plains of Oymefield of their presence. Zodd and his men plundered more than 33k silver in Fulford. That should be enough for the quick trip. The girls hate the rafts. They want to be on land in a magetower. I will have to make it up to them.

29th of May Year 2

We did not make it in time to save a scout of ours from attacking Gyperboreya in his own. Rest in pieces foolish centaur of ours. I wonder if Gyperboreya's men are having a barbecue. Still, we've arrived in force and there will be another battle in a few days. With different results.

So, our generals say, chain armour is bulshit, doesn't gives seroius protection against any enemy. I ordered weaponsmiths to work on something more serious, but afraid, their skills are not enough to produce good and light armour in the same time.
They started to blame me instead, by saying, that they need something, called mithril, otherwise nothing really good will be produced, just the same rusty thrash.
 WTF is that "mithril"? Somebody knows?

Giving orders to your men once in a month is a real pain. You tell them to attack - they attack no matter what. 
I am paying huge money for mage's studying. Why can't they create some sort of artifact to establish communication in critical situation. To ask your leader something like "Sir, there are friendly guys protecting that annoying scout. Should we continue?"

"All of our cities are conquered? Excellent. I guess it is time to use that ramped up boat production to explore the oceans"

"As you wish sir. The Sea Elves will sail the ships and continue to explore."

"Don't you mean High Elves?"

"No these ones don't smoke."

"Never mind."

So many new lands discovered this month and even amazing sea creatures. But when do I find lands where quests happen?!

Pirates! Pirates with longboat have landed on our shores, spreading all kinds of cunning plans and wicked ideas, we will try to find out if they spread silver as well.

From: Admiral Lionel, the Sun of seas, wisdom of elders, most beloved ruler of the Pitha plains 
To: Dark Schneider, the little one, named by the harbour ladies of Numenor

Your hostile actions have incured terrible costs to my nation. Please be aware that your ruthless attack has caused:

- that major of Chene has spilled his bier on his coat
- two dogs ran away from the local dogcatcher
- interrupted our beloved admiral in paying flute

Therefore, we are sending you this note, asking you to refrain from further hostile actions and pay compensation of 7 silver coins, payable in 3 months.

Shilard Fitz-Oesterlen
Ambassador of Scoiatael

An insult and a very bad error in jugdement. That is what it was.
Just yesterday Sildoral walked through the busy streets of his village as some of the guardsmen that had acted so strangely of late accosted him. They accused him of acxtively plotting their downfall and conspiring with undead maniacs to kill every living soul. That was the insult.
As Sildoral was in deep thought about his only clue to the current state of the Empire of Lund - the clothes of the envoy from the north, he was slow to respond. The guards grew angry and tried to attack him. That was the error.
Lady Elthaniel was accompanying him and as usual her wolves were with her. As the guardsmen went for his sword those brutes went for his throat. They had better luck than him.
As the first blood was flowing the rest of the guardsmen came running and things would have gone downhill from there, if not the populace had roused itself. From all over town and even from the surrounding countryside people of all races came to the defense of Sildoral. It wasn´t even a battle. The guardsmen perished to a man.
Well now Sildoral had to keep the peace on top of all his other troubles. Chief among them what to do with the enigma of the strangely clothed envoy.

The mayor of Nornglen looked at the horses, ready for transport.

He had seen many transports in the last months. 
"What does this Lost Sea Trading Company transport" he thought and curiously he took a look at one of the boxes.

It was full of weapons. Bows and arrows, spears and axes.

He stepped back from the horse. 
"I will create a weapon export tax" he thought, and he smiled.

(Stories from ancient Darealone family book - Tales from Torsee Darealone - XIII)
- Captain! Give me the report of the loot.
- Besides a great sum of silver, some interesting objects were found. We took some strange weapons and some common weapons. Some animals were brought too.
- Animals? There were living creatures inside the crypt.
- Indeed. Seems that the non living like to have some livestock and horses with them
- Livestock is always good to fed the army. And those big ones, what are they? Can we eat those? Maybe as soop?
- No sire, they are quite fascinating creatures that allow you to ride the waves.
- And those weird stones?
- Leave it with us sire, We can work them out for bigger things.
- So be it. Put everything inside the the strange looking wagon we also brought back.
- And finally the chests, what is inside them?
- Take a look sire.
Torsee, opened them and smiled.
- Do we have the skills to handle those?
- Yes sire. Leave it with us.

How mysterious that night seemed to me,
I put out the candle and waited, I don't know what.
In the silence I suddenly imagined
Shadows wander near the house of various fairy-tale animals,
Disappear and reappear.
They are knocking faintly on my door, my door,
I went to the window and peered out into the darkness,
He wiped the glass and smiled,
Indeed
Everything I imagined I saw
Shadows wander near the house of various fairy-tale animals,
Disappear and reappear,
They are knocking faintly on my door, my door,
Shadows wander near the house of various fairy-tale animals,
Disappear and reappear,
They are knocking faintly on my door.

Evil is spreading even between our men. We need to be harsh and mantain discipline. Order brings Light that brings Happiness. We will act.

---Hegemony of Cone: Early years---
-----Chapter 8-----

After several weeks of hard sailing the first scoutships had reached other shores. The tired goblins climbed on high shores of Goldsinshaw region. Further ashore they met natives that was of unseen centaur race. When they tried to convert those centaurs, they informed that there is other faction which is also looking to lead them. Goblins were surprised, as they did not know about any other factions in the world. After sending message with pigeon to king, the arrivees received his orders: Establish communication with the faction and deliver the word of Holy Cone to locals. 

I’ve been here a little over a year, and have already seen several major battles. Why can't all these creatures live in peace? Maybe my clan also needs to prepare for war?

Studies continue slowly

A hundred of ships has already been built.
How many cogs are there?

This underworld is pretty nasty...

But we have found a city full of drow... might be time to relocate soon.

THB.

Its still spring time, lets see where that clan of wild men is wandering and give em some ..

We live on such a peaceable island, but....  There are some skeletons and undead that are denying us access to the glittering gems we covet. So, it's time to return them to whence they came, hopefully not providing them with many new recruits.

May of the year : The Grefishs began to settle on the new island. They were still unable to make contact with the natives of the island, who were more and more hostile.  

The isolated peninsula seemed to have been overlooked. The forests hid a tiny mountain, and this area may be too poor for the competition, but there were enough resources to equip a small army. One day, this would rival the finest of dwarven mines...or the pits of Mordor.

Out they move, with their brand new and shiny bows, the swords battle-tested but still sharp and freshly polished. Down into the underground, off on conquests big and small.    

We can't believe it! This world, it is not at all what it appears.

Everywhere we go, our settlers and ships have been unwelcome or straight up slaughtered where they land. This cannot be! People of all races and creeds have rejected our settlers. Something has to be wrong with them.

We feel we are entering a new state.

Master,
We have started to organize transport to bring together the raw materials for our equipment.
The boat on which we took place sails serenely. We have a good captain.

inhabitants of Sunis, Lapraerte & Adoclewn

Oh ho ho ho ho ho
To the gnomish hills we go
Burn the midgets, 
before they grow,
We'll eat their crickets,
And our skeletons glow,
Yo ho ho ho ho ho

Safe study will soon be solved, took so much more time than expected, but future looks good.

Once upon a time there was a family of Stones. They had what some would call integrity, which they felt was quite right for someone called Stones. They were simple but influential folk, since their services were much needed everywhere.
Then at some point government was in need of their services. But Stones were not about to just uproot and be commanded! No, they'd had decided that they would choose their own way and started building a fort. Alas, at that point their numbers were not big enough and fort stands unfinished even today.
So the government decided to mobilise them gradually. Each month, when a group of Stones was going on vacation, they were recruited by the government to build a transport structure which would later help moving the entire Stones family.
But Stones were not giving up that easy. Integrity, remember? Even with caravanserai built, they continued to sabotage every transport and distribution order. One time someone tried to hurry the slowly advancing plan, and made orders to both transport and distribute members of the Stones family in a single month. Stones would have none of that! They treated this as an insult.
Later, they accepted new reality, and started doing whatever government asked them to. They even helped build new infrastructure, roads for example. Until... the betrayal. How else would you call that? All the sweet lies designed to lure the Stones into building the new town stockades became clear when the Stones met the constructors who had already been working at the site. Woods. Those wretched Woods brutes with their light attitude, their dispersed skills, their ever changing facades. None integrity, whatsoever. 
Sabotage began anew. If Stones were going down, it meant that the transport scheme was going down with them. Again, papers were misplaced, rewritten, whatever else they did to them, but as a result transporting scheme has collapsed. Thanks to Stones, the management misinterpreted Woods as a new distributor, and tried to transport Stones to them, instead of distributing them. This was our undoing.
All over the country, buildings were standing unfinished. Half a fort. Two thirds of a new highway. Stockade, which should have been built by now. If there is a lesson here, it's that - do not mess with integrity. Do not mess with Stones. They will screw you up if you don't show enough care.

The spell of clear skies raised the mood of citizens.

Help has arrived! The sun has come out and the true Light is showing the false Light. Olive Branch and Bread Forever.

Your lordship, there are many things to which our people have access.  However, the treasures of the seas are not yet among us.  It would behoove us to find allies who excel in this area.

Watchful eyes upon the cities of the west, lone apprentices wandering the fields and seeking all the wrong answers.  The world is new and the laws of magic and man are new.  At the very least, a village will fall and in the ruins will be a slightly less horrible village.

The observation team reported that the raft was spotted coming back!  Akhorahil met the goblin sailors as they waded ashore, followed by a trio of centaurs.  He hadn’t expected the sailors to hire centaurs!  What was he going to do with them?  After some examination, he decided to make them scouts, they were, after all, faster then his goblins, hell, he could probably have goblins riding them as they scouted!  For now, he gave the sailors new orders.  Return to the village across the water and see about obtaining some lumber.  And don’t hire any more centaurs!

There are times where nothingh happens. Good old times. 

I received my first visitors this month, as opposed to me being the visitor. 
They seemed nice, I'm sure we'll talk again. 

Still no herbs. I'll have to hunt further afield

It is rumored that some dark league made an error with dire consequences last month.

Time for the first transition of states. Maybe the true nature will be revealed in the end.

The so-call swords and shields have more enemies than they know, and their bemoaning and rhetoric only serves to earn them more.