Day the Fifteenth,

The tower is complete. The battlements, with the base floor crafted from wooden planks and the outer, defensible edge built up of stone, are as secure as I can make them with my current designs. The edges of the battlements are ringed by stone slabs, set at intervals so as to allow me, and any army I acquire, strong sightlines combined with adequate protection from arrows, siege missiles and torsion propelled cows.

The observation spire proved rather fiddly to construct due to the height of the structure. Whilst building the base and walls was a simple enough task, the placement of the glass around the watchroom required some temporary scaffolding to be placed in the form of multi-storey gravel blocks. Unfortunately these had to be constantly torn down and rebuilt as I worked my way around the edges of the tower. The stone roof fell prey to the same issue and more than once I came close to losing my balance and plummeting to a messy death that would most likely involve a rather satisfactory wet splat upon impact with the ground...but I digress. Dying in such a fashion, and only two weeks after the commencement of our duel, would doubtless be a cause of great amusement for my old foe.

Still, the tower is done and I now have a home away from home, as it were. Only that damn door needs fixing, the loosely packed dirt keeps letting in an awful draft. For now I shall leave Ice, my wolf companion, on guard duty until I can set about experimenting with a solution; unfortunately after all that work I am in sore need of some relaxation and there is a freshwater pool further down the beach that is calling to me.

-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.

Day the Seventeenth,

Today I encountered a new type of foe. Not unlike those infuriating Creepers in appearance, but unlike the unidentified green substance and gunpowder mix normal Creepers seem to be comprised of, this one appeared to consist of dirt. This became all the more apparent when it exploded and case great piles of the muddy substance in every direction. Fortunately I had already abandoned the local area with great haste and my robes were spared the necessity of being cleaned tomorrow. The new piles of mud had to be dug through before my journey into the newly discovered cave system could continue.

The cave system revealed itself when I attempted to set aside a bucket of fresh water from the pool I had been intending to bath in, the strange physics of this world requiring me to drain the source of a waterfall in order to quickly erase the flooding of the lower caverns. Doing so has revealed to me a plentiful source of iron and coal, along with a massive, waterfall ridden cavern which looks somewhat treacherous to explore. Still, I shall attempt this on the morrow. Hearing the moans of the undead below me is making me long for the ability to utilize my old powers but for now, I must rely on iron alone. It feels good to have a metal blade in my hands again, that wooden one I had to make do with on my first days here kept begging to be set alight...

I still haven't had that bathe...

-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.

Day the Eighteenth,

GOLD! After many countless hours of exploring the caverns and getting hopelessly lost, then found, then lost again I have struck that most prized of minerals! The gleaming yellow veins sparked a similarly greedy gleam in my eye I must confess, at least until they were all safely stowed in my Bag of Infinite Dimensions. It was a challenge in and of itself finding the precious metal but to my surprise (and annoyance) the greatest challenge proved to be extracting my haul from the cavern's embrace. And when I finally did locate the waterfall that sent me down this far in the first place, I struggled to make headway against the rushing current. Just as I was beginning to get frustrated by my slow progress and began considering mining a set of rudimentary steps up to the exit by way of my skull dashing the cobbles to pieces, I stumbled across something rather strange.

It would appear that whilst immersed in water I am immune to gravity on this absurd world as by attempting to swim nearer the waterfall I actually swam up it. This startling factoid came at great relief to me, allowing me easy access to the cavern entrance and saving my skull the disputable pleasure of being used as a blunt instrument, not unlike my time on Salvos-7. Making short work of the swim I stopped to gather a significant quantity of iron I had missed on the way down and swiftly made my way back to the watchtower as night began to enshroud the land.

All in all it has proved to be a day full of wonders and treasures alike, not least of which was GOLD! As a matter of fact, in recognition of this great achievement I hereby decree that this day shall ever henceforth be known as the Day of Greedy Rejoicing, to be marked every passing year...come to think of it I don't know how long this world's years are.

Ice is laughing at me again, I can see it in his eyes...

Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.

Day the Nineteenth,

If yesterday was the day of Greedy Rejoicing then today was the day of Unmitigated Disaster Accomplished by the Most Ironic Means Possible, or perhaps simply the Cursing and Swearing of Death Oaths Against All That Dare Anger Lord Pyrus and Eliminate Themselves in Order to Forestall his Eternal Wrath. I will have to weigh up the merits of these individual titles later and turn my attention to the business at hand instead.

The watchtower is no more. A fiery, blackened crater sits where it once stood, a monument to the universes unforgiving and brutal sense of ironic humour.

It happened this morning, just as I was setting off on my way home to stash my new GOLD! supplies up at the cave house. No sooner had I opened my door (by which I mean cleared out the mud) and taken two steps outside than what I can only assume was a Creeper detonated off to my left. The initial deafness, pain and flying-until-arrested-by-tree wore off quickly and I soon realised that this Creeper must be of a new variety as it had left a ring of fire around its explosion site. Being no stranger to the flames I promptly stepped aside and turned to survey the damage, expecting to find a small crater, a possible need for some mild repairs to the outer walls and the dying embers of the flames on the ground.

Instead my eyes were greeted by the sight of my entire outer wall burning away merrily, the fire spreading from wood block to wood block at an unprecedented rate. In the time it took me to realise what was about to happen my razor-sharp mind had formulated a solution. I panicked with the most expedient efficiency and promptly dove headfirst into the nearby sea, filling a pair of buckets with water and struggling back to shore in sodden robes and cursing my foolhardiness. Desperately drowning the wood in water did little as the impossible liquid flowed everywhere but atop the flames and much of the fire had made its way upward, reaching the uppermost bastions of the tower and demanding that I jump and desperately toss water at the logs, only to miss, craft a mini-waterfall and wash myself away in the chaos.

By the time it was over the entire main body of the tower had crumbled to ash and even part of the observation tower had fallen victim to the roaring flames. Ice had fortunately managed to make his way out of the inferno and for once did not offer a sarcastic stare. Despondently I have salvaged what I can and abandoned the tower, retiring to my house and hoping fervently that my foe is encountering just as many trials and tribulations as I.

-Lord Pyrus of the Second Order of Pervasive Balance.