Viking Log — Eve of Sep 15

I ran into another Viking today, a warrior named Bjorn. He keeps a fine home, and in my first trial against Eikthyr he bore much of the burden. I shall not claim another man's glory, though I am glad to have stood beside him.

I explored more of the Black Forest and found my first node of copper. I mined it with my own hands, so the metal has heard my name now. The barn also gained a new chimney and a wraparound upper deck for defense. Even a humble barn deserves battlements.

I found my first blueberries and made my first jam. Then I fashioned my first boar jerky and ate it with a willing belly. It tasted like a feast fit for a king, which proves hunger is a generous skald. Copper in the earth, jam in the jar, and jerky in my gut—this homestead grows teeth.