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[Dwarf]

Once, on a freezing mountain/glacier map, anyone who spent significant time outdoors wound up with permanent nervous damage. Some of them who stayed out particularly long wound up with random limbs or body parts mangled.  It was not uncommon for a civilian to suddenly bleed to death while in his room, sleeping, from wounds they got outside.

The most awesome dwarf imaginable would be a one-armed, legless, artifact-adamantine-sword wielding champion swordsdwarf with all facial features except for his mouth and throat removed.  Basically, a torso with a round, bearded lump and long, pointy stick poking out of it.

A SWORD?

You deceive me,

ElfLord.

It shall be an adamantine battle axe.

[LegoLord]

Swords cut just as well and you can stab with them as well as slice.

Besides, dwarves make swords.  They really aren't terribly elfy weapons unless made of wood.

[Aspgren]

Swords cut just as well and you can stab with them as well as slice.

Besides, dwarves make swords.  They really aren't terribly elfy weapons unless made of wood.

If wear and tear gets implemented on weapons, I can't wait to have sword duels with the elves. 

[Kietharr]

Had a hauler missing an arm, most of his toes, missing an eye, TONS of mangling to his face and a slightly hurt spine recover from a brutal cougar mauling.

He then lost his other arm in a goblin siege and actually survived, but since he no longer had graspers I couldn't use him as a hauler and he had no other good skills He also took an arrow to the chest which mangled a lung so he kept passing out. I tried to keep him alive but he passed out on a stonefall trap and broke his spine. He became invalid so I used the magma purge device that I always build at the hospital barracks.

[Aspgren]

Had a hauler missing an arm, most of his toes, missing an eye, TONS of mangling to his face and a slightly hurt spine recover from a brutal cougar mauling.

He then lost his other arm in a goblin siege and actually survived, but since he no longer had graspers I couldn't use him as a hauler and he had no other good skills He also took an arrow to the chest which mangled a lung so he kept passing out. I tried to keep him alive but he passed out on a stonefall trap and broke his spine. He became invalid so I used the magma purge device that I always build at the hospital barracks.

Wow. Talk about a mercy killing!

[DuckBoy]

Not technically my dwarf, but the liason from the mountain homes was down an arm, and lived for several years in my cage trap before I gave him to the orcs.  That crazy berserk dwarf took down a lot of orcs for a dwarf with no arm and no weapon.

[Aspgren]

Not technically my dwarf, but the liason from the mountain homes was down an arm, and lived for several years in my cage trap before I gave him to the orcs.  That crazy berserk dwarf took down a lot of orcs for a dwarf with no arm and no weapon.

The orcs made the mistake of underestimating him, seeing as he was unarmed. 

[Dakira]

I had started a surface fort on a desert island with magma but there was only ocean on one side. The embark promised wood but there was nothing so oh well, I did the best I could with my few logs. After a few seasons the booze levels were at zero and I didn't have any wood to "purify water" screw pumps. My seven founders were starting to drop like flies:
Two founders died of dehydration.
One went insane and jumped into the ocean after not having any cloth for his "artifact".
One died in the heat.
One went berserk to kill another.
And then there was one, who had to kill the berserking dwarf.
After watching two of friends die of dehydration, another of heat stroke, another due to insanity, and two more because of a murderous rage, the last one had to kill his only companion.
He was alone for many seasons fending for himself until the first brave souls began to migrate to the cursed island without proper supplies.

So with the aid of migrants, prosperity was brought back to the island. The city flourished and many projects were being constructed including a large fountain (which is a story in itself). All under the supervision of the last of the seven founders. During renovation of the fountain a child was crushed to death causing much sadness. One planter in particular was absolutely pissed. He was imprisoned and then broken out by some of his buddies. He started numerous fights, threw items across town, and tore apart roads. After pissing a lot of other people off (insert tantrum spiral), the city descended into chaos right in front of the eyes of the last founder. People literally jumped off of buildings to commit suicide. Nobles and fortress guards were dragged out of their quarters and beaten to death in the streets. The hammerer then decided to take matters into his own hands by going into a murderous rage and killing children (who were all having a party at the time). A few guardsmen also went crazy, but had the decency to shoot people around the corners in alleyways. Graveyards piled up and people were rotting in the streets.

I am not even kidding or exaggerating.

After all was said and done, there were 13 dwarves left. The last founder one of them. He had watched his friends killed by the elements, a city destroy itself from the inside, and now he has 10 dwarves resting in beds whom he cannot care for.

I'm building a shrine to this dwarf. Death may follow him, but he's the strongest of 'em all.

[Dwarf]

I had started a surface fort on a desert island with magma but there was only ocean on one side. The embark promised wood but there was nothing so oh well, I did the best I could with my few logs. After a few seasons the booze levels were at zero and I didn't have any wood to "purify water" screw pumps. My seven founders were starting to drop like flies:
Two founders died of dehydration.
One went insane and jumped into the ocean after not having any cloth for his "artifact".
One died in the heat.
One went berserk to kill another.
And then there was one, who had to kill the berserking dwarf.
After watching two of friends die of dehydration, another of heat stroke, another due to insanity, and two more because of a murderous rage, the last one had to kill his only companion.
He was alone for many seasons fending for himself until the first brave souls began to migrate to the cursed island without proper supplies.

So with the aid of migrants, prosperity was brought back to the island. The city flourished and many projects were being constructed including a large fountain (which is a story in itself). All under the supervision of the last of the seven founders. During renovation of the fountain a child was crushed to death causing much sadness. One planter in particular was absolutely pissed. He was imprisoned and then broken out by some of his buddies. He started numerous fights, threw items across town, and tore apart roads. After pissing a lot of other people off (insert tantrum spiral), the city descended into chaos right in front of the eyes of the last founder. People literally jumped off of buildings to commit suicide. Nobles and fortress guards were dragged out of their quarters and beaten to death in the streets. The hammerer then decided to take matters into his own hands by going into a murderous rage and killing children (who were all having a party at the time). A few guardsmen also went crazy, but had the decency to shoot people around the corners in alleyways. Graveyards piled up and people were rotting in the streets.

I am not even kidding or exaggerating.

After all was said and done, there were 13 dwarves left. The last founder one of them. He had watched his friends killed by the elements, a city destroy itself from the inside, and now he has 10 dwarves resting in beds whom he cannot care for.

I'm building a shrine to this dwarf. Death may follow him, but he's the strongest of 'em all.

:-O