Zok (several scratched out versions of the word Journal) Jo-Urrrrnul
ZOK JO-UURRNUL (written again in capital letters)
(The first nine pages of this book contain a letter, each filling the entirety of the page. In the lower left hand corner of each, the author has included a tiny rudimentary drawing of the source of ink used for this page’s letter. The drawings vary in subject and suggest a progression from berries to blood to berries and blood with a mixture of additives like charcoal and the shell of some large insect.
(The letters on the pages are as follows: Z-O-K-J-O-R-N-L-L
The tenth page reads,
“Hello book me,
To dayy Zok find Not-Daddy doing hims book. Me waits den when hims seets me (here several words are crossed out) jomp—- jaaahmp—- gump—- jump and make big dog sound. Hims run and Zok take hims book stick. Now Zok fansee book mans
(The author has included a drawing of a human running from a ravager.
(The next page features a detailed drawing of a human cowering in a bush, apparently hiding from a taller human. The hidden figure also has a wet crotch. It is captioned:
“Oh no what Aleester going do me dis time!? Ow ow dat hurt why Aleester hate Not-Daddy”
Zok like being book man.
Goodbye book me
The Journal of Caspian Martin. (Some torn-out pages were discovered deep within the bio-luminescent region of the Condemned "Aberration" Ark Project in the Year Epsilon-28, Specimen Implant not recovered, presumed to be still alive. Pages appear to be scratch-made from Thatch and Fiber from local plant life, with a peice of the cover attached, which appears to be Roll Rat skin Leather)
-Night Season 4, Day 4 (Written in an ink that according to analysis is a combination of Crude Oil and a reduction of Narcoberry juice, Written with a Quill from a Raptor Feather)
Clo’Dour, an infant Ravenger I assisted in the breeding of, was born about 6 weeks ago. (A contraction of “Close the Door”. Named such by Alester, after he savagely beat me for leaving the door open to the base again…I deserved it. I had been warned before.) Interestingly, Clo’Dour does not let the others ride him, and seems to only trust me. Such a savage beast seems to respond surprisingly well to nurturing.
I started new calendar I gave up on counting the days since we arrived, seems like a lifetime ago… the “Seasons” here are short, a little more than a week by my estimates, there are 4 “days” of normal daylight, 4 days of extended day, with little more than an hour of night, followed by 4 days of near blackness… I have decided that this is how I will determine time passing. Though there is little need for arbitrary concepts of time here… I would have written about my findings earlier, but I can’t seem to find the pen I made, though I did find Zok wearing a spare pair of my glasses, calling himself “Book man” and feigning an heir of haughtiness, I believe he was mocking me. Ill search through his things later…
-Equinox Season 5, Day 2 (Written in an ink that according to analysis is a combination of Crude Oil and a reduction of Narcoberry juice, Written with a Quill from a Raptor Feather)
We have discovered a form of giant Snail, they seem relatively harmless, though one did seem to take a particular interest in Hok, who was covered in Sap from the spigot I placed. They seem to like sweet things, and also seem to like the crops we have planted… I will see if Alester will allow me to take one of the Goblins to tame a Giant Bee. I have concocted a crude bug repellant, and I am anxious to test it. The Honey that Hok brings back is delicious. I could use a new sweetener for my Citronal Leaf Tea, just because we now live in this god-forsaken place, doesn’t mean we should live like savages…
-Equinox Season 5, Day 3 (Written in an ink that according to analysis is a combination of Crude Oil and a reduction of Narcoberry juice, Written with a Quill from a Raptor Feather)
I found my fountain pen… Zok has started his own journal. He won’t let anyone read it, but he appears to be able to actually read in write in the Common Tongue. Remarkable. Less than 6 months old! I decided to let him keep it (not that he would have let me have it anyway… precocious, yet ill-tempered scamp.) Also, today Alester allowed Hok to come with me to tame a bee. Even though my Ravenger Clo’Dour did most of the work in damaging the hive, it still went better than I expected. (At least for me… Hok was covered head-to-toe in bee stings… remarkable it seemed to bother him little. He does, however, seem cross with me, I expect to find another beheaded fish in my pillow tonight…)
(Etched into the walls of the Last Harbor Trade Union)
“Hok see Zok be dem fansee werd manz. Me do dem werdies too.
Hok Werd Wallz
Tuday Hok see Dad beat Not-Daddy. Not-Daddy get dem losteez comin to blu howz. Daddy get maaaaaad! Not-Daddy almowst cry. Hok n Zok laffz at Not-Daddy. Then Daddy clean up Not-Daddy brewses an Not-Daddy call Daddy Daddy he was so happies!”
Hok stretched lazily on his high perch watching the little beasties rummage about their home, his day had consisted mostly of scratching pictures and words into the walls of the big den and leaving a dismembered shinehorn beneath the bedding of the meek human his brother Zok called “Not-Daddy”.
Their “den” was really quite an impressive home, built from stone and mortar several stories tall and hundreds of feet long (to house the larger beasts in their keep), built deep in the cave systems amidst bioluminescent flora and fauna, surrounded by water that had a blue glow. Before the humans could decide on a name for their new home Hoks brothers and sisters called it “Blue Haus” it made sense for them, being Goblins who lacked the tendency to waste time creating intricate names for things.
While Hok was lounging in his secret perch where he absolutely didn’t hide his assortment of drugs (gathered and made), he saw a shimmering creature clamber across the rocks, Hok being the more curious and mischievous of his siblings gathered his climbing sticks and followed. Several hours later the shimmer revealed a giant lizard being ridden by a Human Hok had never seen, clad in shiny metal clothes.
The human dismounted the beast and entered a doorway that seemed to open up at his presence, Hok crawled closer and closer until he was beside the entrance to the humans strange home. Peeking around the corner he saw the human so preoccupied with his task that an idea sprang into Hok’s mind “Sneak thief!”. Hok scrambled inside scurrying towards the nearest table and scooped several items into his sack, a small metallic diamond that shimmered blue, strange edibles, a mask, and pants. Before leaving Hok reached into his sack and left a cloth hat and note that read simply “Pego Stole Yor Kibble”.
Once back at his secret hide Hok tossed the stolen bits onto his floor now consumed with curiosity over the metallic diamond, absentmindedly he scratched the implant in his arm and it struck him, this new find fits inside the thing in his arm!
“Ooohhhh what dis do?” He said as he slid the diamond into the implant. Suddenly a horrible screeching erupted inside Hoks skull, flailing about his room human letters began appearing in front of him, Hok in a panic began swatting at the air before realizing the letters were not real or perhaps in his eyes.
“Administrator Command Recognized, Please state your name.” A soft metallic feminine voice said inside Hoks mind.
“Me Hok, what you is?”
“Administrator Hok now recognized. Hello Hok.”
Hok spent the next several hours ignoring the voice explaining things to him until he realized she was describing how to send a “Wide distributed message to all residents”
“Hok make wordies an nobody can ignore dems?”
“That is correct Administrator Hok, would you like to send one now?”
“Hok yes. Say dem... Zok stinky like doodoo.”
Suddenly a bright message streamed out in front of Hoks eyes “Zok stinky like doodoo.”
In the distance, in the forests, Hok thought he heard his brothers voice yelling.
“NO ME DON’T!!”
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