In the mean time, a massive meteor plunging from the skies strikes the earth! On top of the mountainhome.
caving in 40+ Z levels of the mountainhome. Leaving a crater in a 80 tile radius.
Luckily you were in an isolated mining shaft at the time of impact.
You return to a mess of mangled everything. The few living beings showing up from isolated sectors. Screams of pain, and torment. followed by a few echoing calls filled with determination.
Then the Dead started to come back to life..
It started small, a little ruckus, what seemed like unco-operation. That thought ended when one party to the disagreement started eating the others' skin off their right side jaw. It only escalated from there..
Now sealed into the depths of an isolated sector, we heard screams in and out for a good amount of time. But all is silent from behind the door now.
There are seven of us here.. For the past week Malgok and I have been mining a way out. luckily we're in one of the underground farming sectors, but I must say there is something eerie and sobering about working in the expansive fields with so few dwarves about. Like wise with this sectors great hall, so empty..
Finally reached the surface! We've talked about what we would do when we got out. But now finding the overwhelming expanse of open space, we were all at an utter loss.
"let's head for the old mountainhome. Maybe we'll meet other survivors rallying."
I thought about it as my fingers idly followed the crude lines of the rune on my pickaxe. Since that is the only suggestion, (and only known nearby dwarven civ) I joined in the communal agreement, and we set out.