Neblime Reliefpaint was his name
He was not the smartest dwarf nor the strongest. He liked the prickle berry wine made by humans more than the strong draughts of his fellow dwarves, he was short of temper and rather self important. But this dwarf had such dreams for this place, "bonepillar", where others saw an armokforsaken jungle filled with wild beasts and zombies he saw gleaming gem encrusted halls and rooms, shining microcline walls and well fed and happy dwarves.
In retrospect the "armokforsaken jungle" bit was probably right.
Reliefpaint managed to convince 6 foolhardly of feebleminded dwarves to follow him to the cursed jungle. On arrival a swarm of various cave animals suddenly erupted from a previously unseen cave nearby.
Also a rival expedition of dwarves appeared, seeking to claim this land as their own!
naturally this enraged Reliefpaint who charged in to battle them alone and unarmed.
unfortunately he was somewhat distracted by an unconscious troglodyte
eventually the fight went to the treetops where Reliefpaint mercilessly punched his defenseless foes (to no effect) before deeming them suitably intimidated and returning to the wagon.
concerned about the cave beasts running around randomly the other dwarves had built a wall around themselves.
For a time all seemed safe and the dwarves went about their business establishing a modest home within the walls, but soon the screams of wild beasts fighting each other gave way to something much more horrifying.
Lor Onoludil, the leader of the ill fated rival expedition had fallen in battle at some point, but the jungle did not allow the dead to rest, instead he was compelled to fight on as a lifeless zombie.
Easily scaling the short wall the shambling corpse jumped down amidst the unsuspecting dwarves. Reliefpaint was the first to fall, from a single braincrushing punch to the head, the others soon followed.
It had seemed such a nice dream too...