Kingmines has just fallen. She lasted only eight years, but was a thing of magnificence. Masterwork gold furniture adorned her expansive hallways. Blood soaked her once lush green fields, now stained with the remains of countless goblins, trolls, humans, and elves. Her walls were patrolled by marksdwarfs of the highest calibur. Her steel-laden captain of the guard dispatched prisoners one-by-one in the arena of legends.
Kingmines was a fortress of blood and decadence. The queen's constant demands grew tiresome on her subjects. In a bid to throw the bitch out, some clever dwarven mechanics constructed a goblin cage right in the queen's bedroom. The queen inspected her new "pet" in its cage, and even gained a happy thought! Then she noticed the shiny lever in the corner. The candy-colored, sparkly, irresistible lever...
But just before she pulled it, a carpenter constructed an artifact gold bed worth roughly eight billion dwarf bucks. Oh, if only the queen would live to sleep in it. What a shame.
She pulled the lever, and much to nobody's surprise but hers, out popped a goblin from the cage! The queen was unimpressed. She expressed her contempt for the vile creature by punching it repeatedly in the head. It died, and she remained unscathed. She also earned a new artifact bed! Lucky her.
It was at that moment the goblins struck once again, in their ninth siege, which would later be referred to as The Attack of Fierceness. An army of 88 goblins and trolls rained arrows upon Kingmines with expert accuracy. Even the most talented marksdwarfs found themselves unable to land a safe counterattack from the fortifications above.
As squads of marksdwarfs fell, axedwarfs and sworddwarfs readied the next wave of defense from within the fortress' walls. "LOWER THE BRIDGE!" they shouted, and the bridge descended accordingly. In rushed a dozen trolls and a volley of arrows, and out rushed the dwarfs to meet them. The ensuing bloodbath shattered Kingmines' defensive waves (which had already been weakened by the natural deaths of several aging and talented militia dwarfs).
The invaders had taken the gates and slain 25 dwarfs. The goblins and trolls also took 32 losses, but they continued to press their fierce onslaught.
Deep within the world, close to the sea of magma, a group of miners planned a last-ditch, rather unorthodox counterattack. They would unleash the forces of the Netherworld upon the invaders. Slowly, they chipped away at the rock, approaching clusters of shiny cotton candy. Up above, the miners' loved ones were falling in the heat of battle. Psychically, the miners could feel their spouses and children fade from this world. Tantrums ensued. The miners were emotionally unable to finish the job. But they were at least able to unleash a forgotten beast, Asithi Mineruthless the Terror of Lies into the fortress, which proceeded to slaughter everyone in sight. The dwarfs left alive went berserk, but just before the fortress fell, the queen issued a mandate for the construction of helms. She was then eaten by the beast. A fitting end.
Between madness, blood, and decadence, there lies Kingmines.