So I get back from a few rounds of SS13 and decide to update my version of Masterwork DF. I play with the settings, gen a new world, blah blah blah, and find a great embark site near a very savage volcano.
Since I know there are some dangerous new civs in Masterwork, I take an extra miner and extra supplies so that I can dig faster and make an entrance that will stand the test of time. Well, wouldn't you know it, this fort begins to thrive after a couple years and I am beginning to near 100 dwarves, so I begin scouting for a military commander.
..... You, Sisal Imushvesh. You have no skills whatsoever and are a male. Perfect.
So I begin filling out the z-level I designated as the "military" level and task the workers towards gearing our new commander. I have our legendary armorsmith (he had a good mood and made a nice iron helm earlier) begin making full steel plate and steel mail for his armor, while our professional weaponsmith begins making his steel sword. After he was geared out, I put him in a pit lined with reciprocating copper spears with many, many goblins all of whom were still armed and armored. He slaughtered all of them without a scratch.
He came out a legendary swordsman and armor user and I had this thought (I'm a big Warhammer 40k fan):
"They shall be my finest warriors, these men dwarves who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them. They shall be of iron will and steel sinew. In great armour I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons they will be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity Dwarf-anity. They are my Space Marines Dwarves and they shall know no fear."