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[donfuan]

Love this thread!

Dear Catten Dodóksashas Kutum Esar, Hammer Lord.

I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw a Great Hammerdwarf arriving in my third migration wave and have to apologize for immediatly suspecting you of coming for blood, dwarven blood that was. But you weren't a vampire, you just fought your way here through the Free Desert. I guess it wouldn't be free if you didn't deliver Two Hundret Eighteen Kills in what must formerly haven been known as just "The Desert". You achieved fortytwo notable kills since you arrived and are still the first one to stand against any opponents brave enough of showing up here, just 'cause you are "unbelievably strong, absolutely inexhaustible, extremly agile und quite durable. You have an unbreakable will, an astounding feel for the position of your own body, an amazing memory and an amazing spatial sense."

In other words: You might be the greatest Hammerdwarf that has seen existance in this world and probably will stay the greatest.

Unfortunately, you are now 153 years old and hopefully will die of old age rather later then sooner. Your Royal Mausoleum is already waiting.

Committed to everlasting thanks

Your Overseer

[GreatWyrmGold]

Dear Joben,

Lots of people use the ANTU thread for congrats as well as criticisms.

Sincerely,
GreatWyrmGold, Overseer.

P.S. I haven't played DF for...too long. If I had, I'd contribute.

[JasonMel]

Dear Edzul Cattenshigós:

Welcome to Shedber!

Many opportunities await in our glorious burrows and activity zones for a dwarf with survival instincts as sharp as you have proven yours without a doubt to be.

We all mourn the loss of your compatriots, but I know you mourn them most of all, having traveled months together across hostile lands to arrive at our magnificent mudstone doors. Surviving the rigors of migration was commendable of them, even if it was only to fall within a catapult's shot of the gate to a giant, winged, fire-breathing slug who chose that moment to attack the fort. No-one ever said that dwarves get by on their good luck. Their suffering has earned them all a memorial chamber in the catacombs, whether their death was in the maw of the beast or in the brush fires that charred the landscape in its wake.

I know you are modest, but your daring dash right past the ravening, soot-blackened creature, through the very front gate it was throwing itself against, was truly the stuff of legend. Clearly your penchant for thrill-seeking served you very well, as most other dwarves would choose to run away from any monster even if it took them further from safety.

When common sense prevails in such an epic display, it deserves a party! Meet us at shale table for a hen egg roast feast you will not soon forget, my clean-shaven friend!

Sincerely,
Imush Kûbukethab, mayor and cook

[JasonMel]

Dear Imush:

It was a leech, not a slug. Believe me, I got a very close look at it.

Sincerely,
Edzul

[Autonomy]

Dear Ran Machinedragons, Dwarven Child Badass,

First, let me apologise for your recent ordeals. In my impatience to lure the fiendish soot zombies* into our selection of weapon traps I had neglected to assign  you to the correct burrows after leaving the front doors open. Naturally, after being cooped up for most of your short life you eagerly ran outside to frolic outside amongst the sunshine and undead. I must confess at this point I had written you off as a lost cause, closed the doors and awaited your inevitable zombification. Imagine my surprise when a month later you quietly turned up in the main meeting hall without a scratch. Well done. You've done better than 75% of the last two migrant waves and for that you have earned the title "Badass" and immediate promotion to commander of the militia upon maturing.

Dear Cerol Craftgem, Dwarven Miner Badass,

During the same management-caused-crisis (again my apologies) when in my desperation to rescue your Legendary self by drafting you and stationing you away from the zombie hordes, I had forgotten that something that had you screaming and fleeing like an elf would now suddenly look like easy prey. I had also forgotten you would drop your mighty pick as it wasn't part of your new uniform. So well done for biting the zombie duckling clean in two. Bonus points for not ingesting any of the soot covering in the process.

Nice one dudes. I salute you.

* Btw, has anyone else found that husks act as observers for the purposes of ambush detection?

[Nyxalinth]

Dear Urist McCarpenter,

I didn't hold much hope when all you grabbed for your mood was two hunks of wood.  But I have to say I am quite pleased with the cabinet you turned out.  It isn't worth much--3600 dwarfbux--but it's going in your room.  Please proceed to turning out awesome beds, wheelbarrows, and other useful things.  thanks!

Me

[Gavakis]

Too Hunter McHunty.

I thank you, greatly for killing that Giant Cave Spider, allthought it may have costed you your life, you will not be forgotten.
The first year is allways the most important, and you saved all of us.

[Sutremaine]

* Btw, has anyone else found that husks act as observers for the purposes of ambush detection?

Corpses do this too. It might be the [OPPOSED_TO_LIFE] tag.

[TheKaspa]

Wouldn't have suspected that dwarves could be able to do something right once in a while...

[Scootagoose]

Dear Urist McBadass.


I saw how you chopped that goblin snatcher's head off with your pick, while you are a simple miner, I am giving a better room and furniture.


Your humble overseer, Scootagoose.

[Babylon]

However, when he returned, entering through the front of the fort, having arose from the caverns off-map, you were the hero who sprung to action, dagger in hand, no real training or armor, and slayed the wounded, but still highly dangerous, beast, taking no injuries yourself.

That can happen?

[Kallin]

Dear Logem Urgesack, Armorsmith,

I knew there was a reason that we chose you for the initial journey out of the Mountainhomes. There was most certainly going to be a need for someone capable of smithing both weapons and arms, and you were quite skilled at both just when we left. Then, in 270, you were struck by an unusual mood, and you grabbed a piece of steel and a piece of llama wool. You worked at your forge for days, and when you came out, you held Beraroth, the Earthen Magic, the steel high boot. Interestingly, you decorated it with an image of itself, and lined the inside with the wool. It has been valued by our trader to be worth the impressive amount of 80,400☼. Not only that, but your impressive skill clearly taught you the secret to armorsmithing, for you have produced great amounts of armor of only the highest quality. It is thanks to you that we are able to outfit our entire army in masterful steel armor.

Gratefully,
The Overseer

Dear Lokum Rakeearths, Mayor,

When I first heard that you had made a mandate, I was worried it was going to be something trivial or silly, as many dwarves in a position of power like to only bother demanding the construction of items that please them. Instead, once I realized that you mandated the creation of a pair of gauntlets came just after the most recent wave of immigrants, I realized you were sending a subtle message.

I agree. Migrants do make good conscripts for the steely fist of our army.

Signed,
The Overseer.

[Larix]

Dear Lòr Ulingdodók, Manager/Bookkeeper of the Outpost Besmarikal,

I salute your hardiness and your unfailing work ethic - you not only improved our stock records to 'medium' accuracy very quickly and enabled workshop profiles, you also used the ample spare time those two responsibilities still allow in such a small settlement to gain competent skill in weaving before finding your calling as our third miner. And when an overseer misjudgment caused a very nasty cave-in through the dead-in-the-water pumpstack (no magmaproof materials on the map to make tubes/screws from, what was i thinking?), you survived a 16-z fall with naught but a broken leg. While setting up a makeshift hospital, building a well and threshing some rope reeds for sutures was a fairly serious undertaking for about a dozen able-bodied dwarfs, getting you patched up and back on your feet was definitely worth it, seeing the enthusiasm with which you returned to your mining work, with a splinted leg and a crutch in one hand.

Rith Kokebtobul, chief medical dwarf,

You went far beyond what could reasonably expected in the efforts to treat Lòr, a dwarf whom you don't even consider an acquaintance. You're not particularly compassionate or interested in helping others and had no previous experience in the healthcare labours, yet took upon you and successfully performed twenty-one of the twenty-five treatment jobs. You find it incredibly important to strive for excellence, and you have excelled. I'm looking forward to building an ashery, so you can actually make some lye, but until then, your efforts at weaving and clothesmaking are deeply appreciated.

Sincerely,
your Overseer.

[MasterShizzle]

Dear Urist McWoodcutter:

Your steadfast dedication and outright excellence have been essential to the development of this seven-dwarves-only fort. When the surface came alive with undead, it was bad. When the undead barely managed to fight off the war dogs, that was horrible. When our own dogs came back to life and started fighting Our dwarves in their home, that was even worse.

Only you had the presence of mind to remain at your post and hold the staircase, and when the necromancer was lured into what he thought was an easy conquest only you had the skill to behead the foul conjurer with one stroke of your axe.

Our committee has ruled on the outcome of your encounter, and it is in your good fortune that in Our judgement the Regulations and World Statutes (RaWS) permit the slaughter and butchery of sapient beings, be they killed by your own hand or otherwise. Rest assured that the lavish meals made from this necromancer will be awarded to you only, to consume at your leisure. Please enjoy your +human sweetbread roasts+.

Sincerely,
Your Overseer

[Dorftrottel]

Dear Urist MacMayor,

at first I was sceptical when you usurped the post of our modest, hard working long-time mayor with some smiles and handshakes.
I expected the worst from your fancies, but you suprised me with your affection to mechanisms, ordering them en masse and forbiding any export of them.
I honored your wishes and put these mechanisms to use in our at this time not so long cagetrap defenses. Mere days after the last one of these were put in place, an unforseen goblin ambush occured.
Their numbers matched the numbers of our cagetraps exactly.
If it weren't for your farsighted order of mechanism the whole fortress might have fallen to these invaders.
I salute you,wise mayor, and i'l order your private chamber to be stuffed full of mechanisms in all sort of devices.

Sincerly,
your Overseer