« Last post by Abandoned on January 19, 2017, 04:00:11 AM »
In the spring of year 11, 7 nomads arrived from the east. They passed through Chattachoo and traveled much the same route as we had to get here. They too had come from the north, but not as far north as we. No, they hadn't heard of anyone looking for their children. We all had someone we left behind; parent, grandparent, sibling. They said they would come and find us but it's been over 10 years. How could they find us? This is a vast land and settlements are few and far between, as you well know, weary traveler. Anyways, 2 of the nomads became stone cutters in the quarry after the road diggers unearth some rare green rock, jade they called it. It might be worth something. They also said our rough gemstones would be worth more if we polished them up to see what we got, so we built a workshop by the trading post and Dalling became our gemsmith.
The quarry and gemsmith took up a good bit of land we had been using for garden shed forestry and food gathering. We were most concerned with our food reserves which had been dropping. When 7 more nomads arrived in spring of year 12, we decided the extra workers should be used for food production. Plum trees were planted and another hunting lodge was built. We don't know what those builders were thinking when they built such a long bridge over the creek to where they would build a gatherers hut. A cropfield was cleared for the wheat seeds the boatman brought that summer. We most definitely needed more trade goods.
Lucky for us, Corter, who was educated, decided he'd had enough of fishing out in the cold and would be the blacksmith making steal tools in the new shop, the old shop would continue producing iron tools for trade. A new precious mine was dug in the mountainside by the inn. We could extract gold or silver ores or more rough gemstones. It was amazing the colorful assortment of gems the gemsmith was producing. I opened a storage crate by the dock and thought it was a good thing there were no pirates hereabouts, it was like opening a treasure chest.
An assessment of our mine was discussed at the spring of year 13 town meeting, just after 7 more nomads arrived. We could use more miners but we needed more food, and more housing, and our school and church were filled to capacity, and we had no hospital. There was little buildable land nearby that didn't take away even more land from our foresters, hunters, and gatherers. What to do? What to do?