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[Warlord255]

I've had a long history of legendary warriors, too many to remember.

Kib Thunderfist the Regenerating. Back when he was a wee recruit, we got ambushed. As the melee roiled all around, he was jumped by two goblin wrestlers, one of whom shattered his right hip. With both of them on him, he punched one so hard that he flew at bullet-speed a full twenty five squares, then beat the shit out of the second. He tried to limp back to the battle, but it ended before he could get there; on his way back to bed, he suddenly heals completely. He went on to become a great warrior.

My current champion is Ingish Skullshatter, a macedwarf who was with me at embark. His daring exploits include the utter purging of a skeleton-infested bottomless pit and a similarly afflicted underground pool; his kills include a skeletal Giant Bat, a skeletal troll and a skeletal giant toad. Best of all, he still fights to this day while afflicted by Cave Spider poison, stunning him intermittently; but due to his immense toughness, it only slows him down a little. He has a native platinum coffin masterfully spiked with chesoberyls waiting for him at the bottom of the pit.

[The Chemist]

My nasty macedwarf's got a platinum coffin and in a large chamber off of the old barracks with a dragon caged and guarding the entrance.
edit:
scratch that, adamantine.

The king is perpetually whining about underlings with better funeral sites. but by god, searpainted honors it's war heroes.

[LegoLord]

I have a fort where most of the Fortress gaurddwarves are champion wrestlers.  They started out as random peasants and soapmakers.

[Axe27]

Jack. Jack was with me at embark, the lone peasant and leader of my new military when it evolved. Jack, well, Jack was something else. One day, I miss assigned a work order and ended up with a bunch of obsidian swords, which I gave over to Jack and his three new underlings. They went to sparring, and Jack, in his first sparring session, slices Urist Mcrecruit (I think his name was Fath) in half. Then, at the next sparring session, he cuts off the head of the second one. I moved the third one out, because I was afraid he was going to slice him to shreds too (I learned my lesson after that, and now I used armor in sparring -.-). Jack cleared my magma pit of fire imps for a while (I think he got the magma man too), killed at least three ambushes whole. I believe Jack finally fell at the "Battle of the Drawbridge" when goblins zerged my traps up and sliced up my military. Jack made a stand at the bridge, killed many a goblin, threw many more into the magma moat below before finally having an arrow mangle his spleen, lungs and liver.  He cut down the last marksgoblin, before they routed, after which he collapsed and never regained consciousness. He was buried with a glass window onto the arena, to be forever entertained by the fights of his successors.

[Yami]

Oh, any dwarf can slaughter hundreds while clad in full plate and wielding artifact weapons.  That's not heroic, that's called just being a dwarf.  I mean come on, it's the smiths who deserve most of the praise.  Your 'champion' is merely the earthly vessel through which your artifacts work their will on the world, nothing more.

No no, a true hero is one who, when off duty and without gear, is still able to strangle an elite marks goblin to death while 15 angry mace goblins wail on her.

Best swords dwarf I've ever had.

[Bryan Derksen]

My best soldier is also one of my worst. He was a marksdwarf, one of the first professional marksdwarves in that particular fort. He practiced and practiced. But every time a siege or ambush came to the gates, he just coincidentally happened to be asleep at the time. He made legendary without ever seeing battle, just endless practicing at the firing range. You wouldn't think it to look at him, though, swaggering around the fort in his artifact lobster-shell gauntlet, chatting up the ladydwarves with tall tales of his exploits. But everyone just rolled his eyes; the fort was basically impregnable and there was no need to ever go outside thanks to the harsh local climate so it didn't really matter. We had so many marksdwarves that every available arrow slot was easily filled whenever an ambush or siege broke against the modest keep we'd built over the entrance to the underworld.

Then the Colossus came. Of course, my legendary marksdwarf was asleep at the time. The other marksdwarves focused such a storm of bolts on that one target that at first I thought it wouldn't matter. But Bronze Colossi are very different from the goblins my forces had massacred for years so far. They shot out both of thing's eyes, but that didn't even slow it as it stormed up to the castle's gates and tore them asunder.

I had not expected to ever have to do much melee. Fortunately the Guard and Royal Guard were in the vicinity of the entrance hall, which served double duty as a barracks in time such as this, so the Colossus was met with resistance nonetheless. Unforutnately the Guard's weapon of choice was warhammers, which weren't much better than bolts. They were well-trained as wrestlers and well armored, though, so it was a stalemate. The fight dragged on and dragged on while I frantically ordered battleaxes to be forged.

It lasted long enough for my sleeping champion to wake, groggily stumbling down to the dining hall for a breakfast of roast beer before his daily practice. He was surprised by the frantic civillians who met him there, jabbering about the fight that was ranging and shoving him helpfully in the direction of the gates while he fumbled steel bolts into his quiver. He vaguely remembered where his duty station was, he'd visited it once or twice after a siege, and hurried to reach the stairs leading up to it.

The stairs were on the other side of the main entrance hall where the Colossus and a dozen dwarves were locked in battle. My legendary marksdwarf stepped through the door to find himself toe-to-toe with the thing. Startled, he lifted his masterwork crossbow up and let fly with a bolt at point blank range.

He missed.

And then the Colossus' mighty fist swung down, pile-driving him into the ground and killing him instantly.

It was _hilarious._

Lost a lot of other dwarves in that fight before finally getting enough limb-choppers into the fray to turn the tide, but that was the most memorable of all of them. The legendary warrior who only fired a single shot in anger, and made not one lick of difference with it before dying.

[WorkerDrone]

Hah.

Now I remember the time, waaaaaaaaay back, when I had this Marksdwarf. I think his name was...ah hell, why break a trend? Urist Mcrecruit. Now I had decided to equip him during a ambush, with some rather good armour, and as I had enough wrestlers, a crossbow. He stumbled along to his spot, and fired his WHOLE quiver of bolts. The goblins stomped my 'military' and ransacked the fortress.

Guess who lived after the goblins ran off after suffering to many lost gobbos from some random militia with axes? That damn dwarf. As soon as I put my Fort back together, I burned him in magma.

I miss that Dwarf.

[RavingManiac]

My fortress has a hunter. His name is Rakust, and he was one of the starting seven.

As his fellows toiled to construct their new home, he became their main source of food. Every day, he would bring back a multitude of deer and wolf carcasses, ready to be processed by my butcher. After so many kills, his skill with the crossbow became unrivaled, and I had plans to make him the leader of my marksdwarf squads.

One day, Rakust came back from his hunt as usual, dragging the body of a cougar behind him. Something seemed amiss, however. He stumbled as he walked, and his head was bowed towards the ground. As he came closer, the dwarves saw on his body many scratches and bruises, and that one of his arms was hanging limp. They rushed forward to help him-

Rakust slowly raised his head, but did not see them.

For his eyes were empty sockets.


The cougar had torn out both his eyes, broken his left arm and badly buised his kidney, but that had not stopped him from bludgeoning the beast to death with his crossbow. He spent the next month recuperating in bed, and was able to get up by the end of the season. He remained blind, however, and not only was he now sightless, but the pain from his missing eyeballs was too much for him to bear, knocking him out on a regular basis. Unfit to hunt, he was delegated to the lowly job of an engraver. Even then, frequent knockouts prevented him from completing his tasks and gaining skill.

Fast forward two years. The settlement has received waves of migrants, and is now thriving. An armorer gets a strange mood, but there is no working forge and he goes berserk in his bedroom. As I still have no military, I pick an idle hunter to take care of him.

Problem was, guess why the hunter was idle? Because I had disabled his hunting labor.

Why had I disabled his hunting labor? Because he was Rakust the Blind, who had not gained enough experience in engraving to switch his profession.


Luckily for him, my animal trainer and her personal army of war dogs intervened just in time to save him. The poor sap is now in hospital with all of his limbs broken and mangled. Lets hope he recovers from this one.

[thunderclan]

My best soldier was Firestar Loranuz. He arrived with the first way of immigrants as a peasent and was drafted with 3 others and given obsidian swords after gaining a few levels of wrestling.

Then the ambushes started. We had the bad luck to encounter 3 ambushes at once including a traitorous macedwarf. His companions were cut to pieces by the goblins but Firestar defeated the remaining foes with only a minor leg injury. He went on to become a champion, legendary sworddwarf, wrestler, armor/shield user and captain of the guard. He had 312 notable kills including most of the things in the chasm.

 I promoted him out of the barracks and into his own noble class suite of tomb, bedroom and study. He also wields an artifact steel sword, masterpiece steel armor and shield. He fell to a dragon and the body was placed in an artifact steel coffin with fire agate decoration.

[DG]

I had an Adamantium Queen go berserk in a test fort because I couldn't be bothered meeting any of her demands. My hammerdwarf strolled over and killed her before returning to his sparring. By the next year he was a champion which coincidentally allowed him to equip the adamantium artifact shield another dwarf had crafted depicting him in the act of killing the Queen (the shield was called something "the Shame of Families").

[Slappy Moose]

Well, it depends on your definition of "best," but I would say Zaneg Thazor (check my signature for the story).

He didn't follow orders, and he killed half my fortress, but he was a badass and he could destroy anything by blinking hard enough at it.

[Sunday]

Mine is Deduk Rightmetals the Eviscerated Law (badass name, too).

Standard multi-legendary (shield, wrestling, armor, hammer) with artifact adamantine hammer and a pair of artifact adamantine boots.  The rest of his armor is masterwork adamantine, natch.

Right now I've got a saved game where he's hiding out in my entrance hall waiting for the current siege.  I keep save-scumming because he can't kill them all before they start retreating.  Some of them always escape.  It's annoying.

He's got something like 140 notable kills.

[SombreChapaeu]

Mine is Deduk Rightmetals the Eviscerated Law (badass name, too).

Standard multi-legendary (shield, wrestling, armor, hammer) with artifact adamantine hammer and a pair of artifact adamantine boots.  The rest of his armor is masterwork adamantine, natch.

Right now I've got a saved game where he's hiding out in my entrance hall waiting for the current siege.  I keep save-scumming because he can't kill them all before they start retreating.  Some of them always escape.  It's annoying.

He's got something like 140 notable kills.

redesign your entrance to let them all in, and then trap them.

[flabort]

there were two dwarven civ's, and, choosing one, i embarked ontop of the other. little did i know that they were at war, because of some demon deciding to lead one of them.

anyways, i got an artifact axe from a carpenter pretty soon after raiding the other dwarfs for matierials for a third time. an axe made of tower cap? oh well. anyways, i gave it to my only other survivor (i now only had two dwarfs from fighting), and trained the two together after drafting both of 'em. after my new axedwarf accidentaly lopped of the other's arm, i sent them in to raid and take prisoners. my towercap axe wielder survived. not one other dwarf did. it took two more seasons before imigrants arived, in which case 27 of them came, and i comepletely engraved the fortress i had won. his tomb now has hundereds of axes sitting in it, a fountain made with overpowered screw pumps (so they shoot up 5 z levels), and a coffin of the only adamantine i found. also, i used massive amounts of giant cave spider silk to decorate the tomb. he gathered it all himself, a season before he died of old age.

[Sevrun]

Iton RelicSiezure.

No fancy arms or armor.  Just simple steel plate a pair of axes and a sturdy shield.  has 15 kills and counting, never even been hurt and we still haven't had a seige (5th year, 160 dwarves over 1.5M networth)

Doesn't need an Artifact to slaughter, just some good old fashioned steel