Chapter 2: Blood and Iron Gilded with Gold
Thus continues the saga of Erkloro 8

Immediately I see wild beasts in the stock piles. Now they are forming lines. My patience is at an end with these bilbits. I order the militia to get rid of them. One young man by the name of Jams Ewing took it upon himself to attack without back up. And from very close range.

The benefit of guns is their range, you young, dumb fool.

It was a grisly battle and he slew all his foes, but the wounds he took were substantial and he fell but a moment after they. Go to our fathers and mothers, noble Jams, and find your peace in the Realm of the Honored Dead. If they won't accept you, what hope has any man?
Immediately I set to bury the brave and foolhardy lad. I ordered him a coffin of Grey Tower wood and a tombstone made of the same. I was ashamed that our first death, and such a heroic death, should receive nothing more than a slab of wood, but though we landed on a treasure trove, it was still deep beneath our feet. However, the manufacture was not done. We had no Furniture and Consumer Goods Crafting Station with which to create them.
And so it was a race; to dig up the necessary minerals before the corpse rot set in. We made it. And with the necessary materials for the station, a good deal of gold had also been dug up.

That gold was used to make a solid gold sarcophagus and a solid gold obelisk. It seemed fitting to give special consideration to our first casualty as it was his blood that first mixed with the soil. If this colony is to become a nation, a good deal more of our people's blood will have to seep into the earth, and let this serve as a reminder to the colonists here today and to their children tomorrow.
And don't let this glittering tomb be seen as a glorification of a violent act. It is a glorification of sacrifice. It is simply an unfortunate fact that when people wish to give to their fellows that the price demanded is blood. Jams Ewing died to secure the future for his friends and for their children. And because of that, I know that he did not die in vain.

SON OF A BILBIT
I am Torvus. My titles at voyager games are thus: Lore Weaver, Creature Consultant, Chief Science Officer, Company Chaplain, and Star Magus among others.