"To Leogard Burrows III,
We, of the Iron Gears Tinkerer's Guild, hereby inform you that we have looked over your application thoroughly, and with much consideration and thought we accept you into Iron Gears. We expect to either see, or hear from you within three business days to further your in-processing.

Grind to Success,
High-Tinkerer Reggie Durklin"
The day I received that letter, changed my life forever after that. After months of planning and reconnaissance, I was able to get accepted into the Iron Gears guild. Finally I have access to the raw materials, as well as a more private (or so) place to work. I also believe that inside the guild holds a massive vault that contains a great deal of coin and maybe something else hidden away. I quickly get myself acquainted with many of the guild members. There are a few talented people, but at the same time many baboons that are mere peasants in comparison to my intellect.

I quickly went to work by taking jobs given to the guild from nobles. Mostly asking to make wind-up toys and simple contraptions for their children. I complete these jobs in no time at all. The guild members have taken the liberty of a naming me "Pip". I guess because I have had a few of these more experienced tinkerers take note of me. After a while I begin to get more extravagant jobs. Making complex puzzle boxes, and occasionally being sent to a Noble's house to deliver and do service on a clockwork servant (One of my finer works). The outgoing jobs are my personal favorite because it opens up a chance to scout the noble's home to see if there are any valuables worth returning for.

My time here at the guild has proven to be one of my most genius ploys ever. Trinkets, vases, and artifacts all sold to the thieves guild while I use the coin to better my workplace and reputation with the Iron Gears. I take a vacation here and there. I deserve it, right? Although whenever I do go on vacation, I tend to get a bit rusty in my arts (I take long vacations).

Recently when I came across a journal with a torn piece of a cloth map. I wasn't too sure what I was reading because it was in an unknown script. Upon further studying and deciphering, I believe this is a lead to a deep underground dungeon. One that I had only read about in a few books I perused... The Undermech. A silly name it may be, but if what the books and tales say are true....this dungeon contains technology one can only dream of... I must find the Undermech.... IT WILL ALL BE MINE!!!