Tobul Fortressfinder was the first Queen of my civilization. I did some research before I founded my fort - her eldest son became a Necromancer and still lives in his tower 400 years later. Although she had many other children, few lived long. She coped, it would appear, by competing in armwrestling against the legendary Catten, who had won everything he'd ever competed in. This formiddable dwarf lost only once - to Tobul - before dying of natural causes at the tender age of 80.
I founded my fortress near my civ's original mountain range. Three years in, a child of eleven immigrates called Nim. Meanwhile, the renowned Bed Beater - a dwarf who killed with an artifact emerald bed - was beaten bloody by a troll. The troll came off worse, for though the bed had slipped from Beater's mighty grip, he still managed to bite through the leathery skin of the troll's head, and thus end him. The skeleton lies where it fell to this day.
The fortress, then, needed a new champion. Bed Beater's weapon of choice was now being used as its owner's resting place, supporting his weight as he healed. A new weapon, then, was required as well.
Nim stepped forward. Took a hungryhead's corpse from the cavern floor, and forged it anew into a shortsword. He is only eleven, yet still prepared to fight. The sword is dedicated to his ancestor, Tobul Fortressfinder.
He "likes thrones."