It all started on summer of 254, with the arrival of the human caravan. Or more precisely, half a second after its arrival, when the goblin siege arrived almost simultaneously, with a squad of hammergoblins mere feet away from the caravan. The dwarves couldn't help; they were too far, and needed at the ramparts of the fort itself.
The human caravan was guarded by four soldiers, three of whom died almost instantly. The last swordsman however, kept fighting.
While he died in the end, he killed and crippled the entire hammersquad.
Meanwhile, the goblin main forces reached the fortress itself. 131 goblins against 182 dwarves with 17 squads. Everyone but doctors, smiths and carpenters were in the militia. It was the biggest fight ever, with blows exchanged so fast that combat logs recorded only five latest hits from each participants to keep from expanding beyond program limits. Melee and ranged fighters from both sides clumped into the courtyard so densely that there was no way to tell who was shooting which bolts.
The siege had been repelled, but at a terrible price. Friends, pets and family members lost, a multitude of dwarves crippled for life. Driven to the brink of madness by the horrors of life, a dwarf suddenly got a great idea. A great and terrible idea.
In the middle of the day, surrounded by witnesses, he struck down Aban Partnerpicks the Angelic Glaze of Society. His goal was more important than its consequences.
Aban's death was not in vain. The Fiendcrested isn't great in value nor function, but it is the first time I've seen a product of such legendary hatred. Totally worth it!