FINALLY done with the construction, he went on a recruiting mission. He wanted more kobolds mostly, though he kept an eye out for orc shamans, especially females. He had heard that, if they accepted him as his leader, they were basically his property until something stronger came along and killed him.<br/><br/>List of desired recruits:<br/>Orc female shaman<br/>Kobold mining expert<br/>Kobold construction and excavation expert<br/>Kobold workers<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Journal Entry #16</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am learning the fucking exploding runes spell. Or getting a scroll of it and using it on the journal. I am fucking TIRED of this bastard kobold, and if he steals it one more time, I am going to ensure it is the LAST time, ever. Because I am going to torture him to death, slowly, in front of the rest, even if it is Grizzip. I would have headed out last week for minions, but when I couldn't find the journal, I had to stay back and find it. Too many notes and plans in the first section. Thankfully, the bastard can't read the archaic draconic I wrote it in, so I still have space to work with. They all signed on to kill humans, not protect them from other raiders. Even if it means the minions don't have to do farming and similar shit.</div></div>