What follows is coresponce between 'Wandering' Imsalbomrek, Interior Designsdwarf, and his mother.
Autumn 552
Dear Mummykins,
New job today, the kings some sending me to some fortess in the back of beyond that needs a bit of a makeover. Oh I'm so excited mother dearest, I've been packing for two days and I can hardly lift my little jaguar leather backpack. Nearly had to leave behind that pair of Giant Cave Spider silk gloves that Uzol got me last summer, you know the ones, the dusky grey pair that are absolutley to die for. Found a lead for Cog my rabbit, (hes got so big and cute since you last saw him you would not believe) and set off in the caravan with the other migrants heading for 'Cudgelquakes'
The journey was so very dull darling, trees and fields, somtimes a hill but oh how droll it all was. The company wasn't much either, all gruff miners and farmers, not at all like the crowds I was mixing with back at the Interior Design College. Actually there was one thing, a big creepy looking tower, gave me the shivers it did!
Arriving at Cudgelquakes I was dissapointed to find no welcoming party had been laid on for my coming. I mean seriously, I had to fetch my own cheese and wine roast, what is the world coming to?! The expedition leader had no idea who I was or why I was here, those administrators back home are totally useless darling! I decided it was best to get myself settled into fortress life.
They do make some darling little stone crafts, I've sent you a pair of gorgeous slate earrings back with this letter, though I still haven't seen a jewellers to get you something pretty for your birthday.
Love from your little Imsykins
P.S. Just been informed there is no clothier in the fortress, no wonder everyone is walking round in those awful river otter leather caps, they were last in fashion that season where gabbro armour stand were all the rage!
Spring 553
Dear Mother Darling,
Finally got round to start my proper job, can you believe the so called 'Sovereign' of this place had me doing maid duties for the past two seasons? Moi, a maid?! That wasn't the straw that broke the one-humped camels back though...
Oh no, that was finding this locked room at the bottom of a (one of the numerous) staircases. After finding some strong, burly dwarf to force it open I was horrified to discover the skeleton of one of the former residents surrounded by piles of cheese! I don't know what that 'Lars' was thinking, I mean honestly, the room wasn't even smoothed and there was rubble and cheese everywhere.
After the "dwarf corpse aged cheese" fiasco, I set about invoking my powers as Master Interior Designsdwarf. Turns out I was better qualified to lead this fortress all along.
Ill leave the psycopath 'Sovreign' to being the manager, should keep him occupied as he'll have plenty to do, starting with ordering a coffin for that poor dwarf he locked downstairs (this fortress seems to have an unusual lack of burial recepticals, not sure if its was just overconfidence in the 'Sovereigns' leadership or an oversight, but I've put it on my list of things to do, Im using that little chicken leather notebook you picked up for me in Stukonmeg, you know the really cute one with the image of rope reeds sewn on it?)
Now Im mayor I've had to address a few problems before starting this fabulous makeover, first of all with the military, just look at what there schedule was, no wonder they all had long faces! I scheduled them in a few months off every year to have a break from military tasks to give them a bit of 'me' time. A pampered dwarf is a happy dwarf.
PROtip Lars, when squads are set to train 10 minimum they will only train properly if 10 dwarves in their squad show up. Only one of your squads had 10 dwarves, so only that one did any proper training. Also if one went for a drink or a snack everyone else would stop. This unfortunate lack of training was fun later on
Also, whoever was in charge of the last military only set one of the archery targets to be used, and you know these soldier types, if they're not given orders to do something then they wont do it, so even though the room was full of targets those silly fools were taking it in turns to use just the one!
As I was sorting out some of the proffessions, broadening out the skills base from the three or so jobs Lars 'The Dictator' had set for everyone, so we could make more pretty things the fortress was suddenly beset by new migrants! Some were from the Royal Society of Interior Designdwarves as well, I've never been so ashamed as I was nearly a season through my first proper job and all I'd done was discover a skeleton and some cheese and reschedule the military. I quickly made some appologies, threw some parties and hurriedly started work on improving the rather paltry dining hall.
While some of those butch, rugged legendary miners set to work carving out the new hall I took a look round some of the engravings in the residential levels. My my, there are some fine engravings but the lack of variety is mind-numbing, entire rooms are carved with this image over and over again.
When the obssesed stone detailer deviates from this path it's never into anything fantastical, I mean leeches? Is that the best they could come up with?
I also found one glorifying the murder of an elf at this very fortress! I tried to reason with the hammerer about getting the detailer punished for idolising this horrendus act, turns out the hammer was Lars 'The Tyrant', who'd actually give the order to beat up those poor elves in the first place, I really can't win my dear.
I was begging to get a little worried about the artistic talent this fortress had to offer when one of the dwarves went in a funny mood. Few weeks later it turned out they had produced quite possibly the most dull artifact in existence.
Oh woe is me, I've been sent to work with a bunch of creativley retarded morons! I'm getting a little worried I'll have to do all the engravings myself, last time I tried my hand at it I had blisters for weeks, and the schist dust never washed out of those cute little alpaca wool trousers.
Love from your pretty pebble,
Imsal