A Forgotten Beast entered my fort.
It was a giant, three-eyed, feathered shrimp.
A fucking shrimp.
It didn't even have anything special, just a thirst/hunger for warm blood.
A single crossbow bolt knocked it down, and a few pounds with a +steel war hammer+ bruised its brain, causing instant death.
That was the dumbest Forgotten Beast I ever fought. No one got hurt fighting it.
There have definitely been weaker FBs (I had one made out of blood or something that was killed by a cat before my military got to it) but this is pretty sad.
Ah, new migrants. And one has two kills to her name already. Good good.
Hmm. Two dwarves?
Turns out her loving parents brought her up in the Dark Fortress, Thieflearns, where her father was forcibly taken at the age of 3.
She murdered a dwarf when she was 14 (poor old Thob Indigoblockades who only moved to the Dark Fortress so he could marry his sweetheart, apparently) then another at 16. Just the way it goes if you want to get by in goblin society.
In the year 332, she suddenly decided to leave the goblins, rejoin dwarvern civilization and come to live with us.
Novice butcher. She'll fit right in...
Something I love about this game is that you can just play it, for seasons and years at a time, and suddenly, a dwarf will get your attention. And examining them further, you'll suddenly find they actually have a tragic backstory, their sadness has a reason, and then you'll try to do something like build them much better quarters.
Then they'll jump into magma for no fucking reason at all. Fuck you, dwarves.