A cadre of Pickaxe-wielding warriors charge from the gates, and the Dwarves begin a slaughter of rat-people. The Dwarves keep the blood flowing, but the Rats won’t stop coming. A horn is blown. The Dwarves retreat, charging for the gates, as the steel portcullis closes bahind them, and the oak doors are barred. There is no escape, save through the dark caverns. Teh rats dig. Halls are lost. People dissapear. The Dwarves organize a final push to distract from the fleeing Civilians, who enter the caverns. A single Stone-carver remains within the hall of Memory to carve this. Slowly, carefully, he describes the sounds. The screams. The blood. The rats. The pain. The death.
47 years later, the mountainhones send a group of merceneries to find out what happened. The group comes back, the last carvings copied word for word. Little is known of what happened there beyond what is gleaned from the carvings. The Civilians mentioned by the carvings were never seen by a living Dwarf again. Amongst the many dozens of Dwarven skeletons found, there was not a single rat skeleton found. No evidence remains of the Rats whatsoever, and there is doubt that they ever attacked the Fortress at all.
Until, many years later, another expedition finds, deep, deep within the fortress, a Rock salt statue.
On the item is an image of Zultan the Rat King and Dwarves. Zultan the Rat King is laughing. The Dwarves are dying.