Savagebogs started as an expedition sent to reclaim the untamed wilderness and now is established as an advanced outpost.
After a couple skirmishes with hordes of undead, the dwarves spent an absurd amount of time digging a very deep pit capable of dealing with a whole siege, with many drawbridges arranged in a labyrinth design.
Only to be left alone by their neighbours, which is frustrating.
They needed to test their design anyway with a horse. 35 levels deeper, the poor creature exploded on impact, as expected.
But this trap needs flesh.
Putting together a militia, soldiers are sent poking around nearby towers and soldiers bring home their spoils, mostly books. Enough to build a library, which is curiously an instant success with many dwarves discovering a new passion for prose. Most of the population now spends time reading, thinking of relocating the tavern nearby.
10 years on, reading is nice but dwarves are getting bored.
One in particular, Rigoth.
She's been feeling blue lately, having lost all taste for this uneventful life. She tried a few things here and there but melancholy is stronger than anything.
She knows of the pit, she helped building it, and found a way to be promoted as a militia commander, giving herself an excuse to keep some kind of watch over the fortress entrance, while arranging to have someone pull a lever and help her meet her fate.
She wore her favourite dress for the occasion and kenaf won't do much to protect from such a fall. Her soul leaves her body in a very instant and gory way.
But what Rigoth didn't expect is that the reason why the library was such a success is because its books contain the secrets of life and death.
Half the population is now enlightened and avidly looking forward to experimenting with their new skills, but subjects are scarce. Without much action happening in the region, everything is alive, there's nothing to resurrect.
That was until Rigoth's suicide. Hordes of necromancers rushed to the pit and a strange gesture later, Rigoth is instantly brought back from the dead.
Her left upper leg is gone. Her right upper leg is gone. Her left upper arm is gone. Her right upper arm is gone. Her neck is gone.
Rigoth is a now a living trunk, back in the ranks.
Savagebogs won't tolerate any kind of defection