Diamondmoss, the fortress mentioned earlier that has a legendary armor smith and is running out of booze, has another interesting story I neglected to tell. So, Bëmbul was a farmer. She was married and dreamed of raising a family. One day, a were moose attacked and killed six Dwarves, including her husband and brother. She was bitten. Hand spraying blood, spine broken, and head dented she was laid to rest in a random room and the door was locked. It was believed that she would die, but her fate was not so, for she transformed into a beast before she could dehydrate or starve. After another month and transformation, she became melancholy, but before she could die, she always transformed, healing herself of all ailments. She lived in this horrid way for years, her one day, she had a visitor.
"Hello Bëmbul," he said.
She made no reply.
"We need you," continued he.
"For what would you need such a monster?" she responded.
"We're at war. The Elves. Normally, we'd stomp their corpses into the dirt, but they're not the ones fighting, the Goblins are. The Elves are the puppet-masters, and they have used the creatures to wage a terrible war upon our homeland. We need soldiers, we need you. I'm a Dwarven Scientist, and I believe that we can spread your... condition to breed a new form of super soldier."
"You're asking me to spread the curse?!" she objected.
"Oh no, my dear. We're not asking."