I know I posted here not long ago, but the stuff of legends just occurred.
First, a human diplomat showed up. Unfortunately, he was a wombat demon law-giver, and he chose to negotiate with deadly spittle to the face. I sent my military, including my fantastically epic commander with twenty-eight notable kills under his belt, to deal with him. As soon as they're beyond the safety of the gatehouse, a goblin siege shows up. A dozen archers and another dozen swordsmen, all riding giant olms.
Now, I've got two rows of serrated iron saw blade traps guarding my gatehouse, which means the place is pretty much perpetually bathed in blood and body parts. The goblins charge, and I notice they brought trolls with as well. The human law-giver kills all six trolls single-handed, kills one of my newer recruits, and knocks my commander unconscious. The goblins bring him down, along with the human caravan guards, with a hail of bronze and silver arrows. Unfortunatly, this leaves me with a hammerdwarf, a swordsdwarf, and a couple of traps between me and extinction. The goblins press through my traps, which jam under the massive number of flying body parts. There's still over a dozen of the green buggers, plus their mounts. my dwarves are running for cover, and I'm getting ready to abandon.
Stop. Hammer time. My hammerdwarf turns around, and kills three giant olms, and eight goblins, forcing the entire siege back away from the fortress, crushing the runners as they go. There's blood and guts everywhere, but we live. My workers are busy throwing the severed limbs into the volcano now. I think this is the most fun I've ever had with this game.