I was locked in a massive, ongoing siege. The goblins were not budging, my traps were all exhausted and the trolls were knocking at my doors. Action had to be taken.
Well, one of my dwarves named "Faramir of Gondor", who is a decent dodger, armor user, marksdwarf, swordsdwarf, etc. (fairly mild on training for military things, keep in mind I'm a new-ish player and hence military was a late thought for me) rushed out per my orders during a troll and goblin siege to valiantly defend the hapless woodcutters being cut down in the open, as well as pushing back the invaders. His men were quickly killed by 6-7 goblins, who then turned on Faramir. He dueled with all copper armor and weapons against a single goblin using iron, who made his right lung, left lung, right kidney, left kidney, pancreas, stomach, heart, liver and guts all turn blue, and all of his spine and both legs completely red. Faramir was listed as unconscious, exhausted, thirsty and hungry, but continued to be beaten by this goblin. For ten agonizing in-game minutes, more and more goblins swarmed Faramir, until they became TIRED from beating on him, and seven goblins surrounded him, stabbing, piercing and punching him even though he should have been dead.
I could no longer take this, so I enlisted all of my 19 remaining dwarves, with no fighting skills, to grab whatever armor they could muster and charge forth unto the breach. They would die with honor on the blood-soaked battlefield, which now coated over 60 tiles and flowed into the nearby river. Vomit, severed limbs and discarded items were scattered amongst the corpses. Seventy dwarves and thirty goblins, mostly killed from traps and my pathetic militia, were littered over the bloodstained grass. My brave peasants rushed out into the chaos, punching and wrestling the goblins who swarmed Faramir, their taskmaster armed with a whip and brutally tearing away his flesh.
After several minutes of brawling, three-quarters of my militia had died. 6 dwarves remained, including the diagnoser, "Dr. Gregory House", who tried in vain to stop the bleeding from Faramir. The 'Siege' banner at the top of my fortress was lifted, and just as it left, Faramir passed away, the hero and martyr of the fortress. When I finally pressed k to inspect the tile where Faramir had died, I found that he had killed the goblin standing over him and severed its left arm, and was covered in 30 spatterings of blood, fifteen stray limbs and seven arrows.
Note to self: make better armor.
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