(Keep in mind I haven't written anything in a form meant to be shared or read by other people since junior high, so my writing skills aren't going to be that of some famous author)
Day 1: It was decided a couple weeks ago that the Brids Empire needed to expand. With most of our cities bordering the river, save for one of our newly developed cities just to the west, looking to take advantage of iron found beneath an old ruined tower nearby and one city that was "conquered" by our armies to the Southwest.
It still baffles me that so many people considering it a great military accomplishment considering we not only needed help from our allies but the city was in a state of anarchy, nearly defenseless and almost completely cleaned of anything of value. Why they felt to need to bring down the walls and destroy over 75% of the city is still beyond me. We spent more money destroying the place than cleaning up the rubble and rebuilding everything and all for what? A stockpile of livestock and some weathered siege blocks that have deteriorated over the years. Had we better spent our time and money, this very expedition may not have been necessary.
None the less, it's been decided we need to expand and unfornately, we can't do so anywhere remotely nearby. The alliance that once called themselves "Wolves of something or other" has recently changed their alliance name and for whatever reason, has decided to ban wolves anywhere near their cities. Just our luck that they are found just to the Southeast of us.
It seems that rather than actually doing something sensible with the wolves, they've slit their throat and dumped them all in the river. Nearly 20,000 dead wolves were cast into the river. For over a week the river ran red and soon after, stank of decay. The river is no longer suitable for drinking or fishing. Thankfully we have a freshwater lake near our cities untainted by this wolf genocide. It's been unanimously decided we need a city in a place far enough away from this "Curse" (ironic name...) alliance so that we can trade with others without someone asking why we smell funny.
I'm still not sure why I was chosen to go on this expedition, or anyone else for that matter. Everyone who was chosen to go could have been replaced by someone better suited for the job. None the less, I and one other navigator, a man of which I can't pronounce his name let alone spell it, have been chosen to make it to our destination, which still hasn't been entirely decided yet. Us aside, there are five mages, two of which are specialized in healers and all of which are new to magic, 12 men specialized in plant life, rock formations and other assorted expedition related things, 25 men as the crew for the ship, many of which are apprentices, four cooks and of course, the expedition leader, of whom I'm sure will be pointless barking orders while getting payed obscene amounts of gold.
In total, this makes 49 people, just one less man needed for some expedition fund that would give us extra equipment and food at a discounted price. Thankfully, I spoke to the expedition leader earlier today and convinced him we should grab a random civilian off the street and claim they're needed for something, to make it a full 50 man crew so we'd be eligible for the discounted supplies. He thought it was a brilliant idea, so brilliant, he convinced himself of he could have thought of it and hasn't stopped gloating about it since.
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