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[Heron TSG]

I had a dwarf in Cogalek (Boothumor) that once tantrumed, picked up a boot, and threw it at the mayor. the mayor had been named 'Bushy', the herbalist before his election.

how ironic.

[MagmaDeath]

I had a legendary miner who breached an underground pool and was ambushed by 5 olmmen, 6 lizardmen and 3 giant toads. He fled, I drafted him, he picked up his warhammer and smacked the all to the other side of the pool. In the process he lost his left leg, and after 32 years is working as my bookkeeper.

[betamax]

There is a topic like this in every two weeks. 
Ah well...my most badass dwarf [I guess we are talking about the vanilla version..] is definitely my heroic spearsdwarf. Some dragon has invaded the fortress, it killed a few cats and wardogs plus 2 dwarves also. That was the time, when I ordered my military to go outside.
Some mediocre spearsdwarf was the first who reached the dragon. He was soloing the mighty beast. After a short period, the dragon was killed, and the spearsdwarf received no injuries at all. [I guess the little bastard had a special "mortal strike" ability or something  ] It was an epic moment. 

You should name him Saint George

[wildfire]

You guys think your dwarves are epic? This is an epic dwarf 

Her Axe

Her Shield

Spoiler: The kills of Meng Crazedtomb the Muscular Phrases (click to show/hide)

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Yes, my dwarf has been killing other dwarves for the last 50 years.

[gumball135]

Wow. Now THAT is badass

The only thing I have even close to "badass" is a hammerdwarf. He was the first of two to get a title, with something like 14 notable kills. Not TOO bad, considering this is my first serious fort and its only been running about 3 years.

[yaklin]

wildfire were all of those dwarven deaths your dwarves or were some of them dwarves that have been kidnapped by goblins

[Slashcko]

My Hammerdwarf "Sunstrike" knocked a kobold thief 6 spaces back into a pool of magma.

[Musluk]

LONG STUFF IS LONG.

Aight, I was building a fort in a freezing climate. First set of immigrants, I draft 6 of the peasants into my army, and set them to wrestle. Five of them hit champion fast, but one Uthil does not. He's too busy guzzling the beer down, I guess. I turned 4 of the champions towards marksdwarfship, and let the last champion wrestle against Uthil. Come next year, I've bought out the elven caravan, the dwarven caravan AND the human caravan, so my exported wealth is through the roof. And what's this? Ambushes, curse their demon blood. I put my small force to work and clear out the gobbos...

Only thing, all of my marksdwarves and the sole champion wrestler guy has 0 kills. Uthil kill-stealed all of them. I laugh at this, and gave the guy a bigger room, a tomb and an artifact mountain goat leather bag.

Then the incredible happened. A dragon! Without any parts missing! He came, breathed on the dwarves. All dodged. Then the marksdwarves started their usual DAKKADAKKA. I was watching it merrily, then I saw an announcement. Uthil has entered a martial trance. And promptly crushed the dragon's wings. And legs. And other extremities, while the marksdwarves were piercing it's internals. And he was named Uthil the Dragonsbane... a wrestledwarf. Still not legendary in anything but stats.

Sieges and ambushes were a dime a dozen, and Uthil managed to rack up his kill count to hundreds... while he still was a wrestler. Until one day. That day, the last surviving Titan wandered nearby. I've built traps to cage goblins for new marksdwarves, but he skipped them all. He was bent to destroy the very soul of Asthenshal, or Sabrebudded in common. He fixed his eyes on the trade depot, bashing through door and door, and finally he managed to demolish the depot.

Uthil was off-duty, at that time. But I had designated a barracks nearby with some food and booze, and the beer-guzzling kill-stealer he was, he was in the barracks. He was the first one to jump up to defend the fort as well. After a rigorous duel between a titan, the last of his kind, and Uthil, Uthil stood victorious. Victory came with a price, however, and thus Uthil was bedridden - his legs were mangled, and it took Uthil five years to heal. Dragonsbane Uthil, Titan Destroyer.

His story doesn't end like that, though, oh no. Five years later, in the coldest winter Sabrebudded has known, he was off-duty, guzzling ale in the main dining hall. I had a waterfall with the top open for the dwarves, but I kept it off due to cold. I wanted to give him an obsidian short sword as a present, so I hit the lever that controlled the obsidian farm...

But.. But... fate decided Uthil has seen everything, he had a wife, had two kids and a baby, cruel mistress fate decided Uthil had tasted all the things this mortal coil can have, and wanted him to battle on after this life. So, a farmer pulled the wrong switch... and the waterfall started to pour. I watched with horror. The water was so fast... and... so cruel. Uthil was flash-freezed. Fate singled him out. No other dwarf was entombed in ice, but just Uthil.

It was there and then I decided to honor him. I cleaned all the ice -all but the one that freezed him- out, built a workshop there and then, and made a statue out of ice. A dwarf statue. The statue is there for all dwarves to see, how fate can be a cruel mistress, but even then, she'll respect the ones who stood against her. Against all odds.

Yet, this is not an end. The end came to Sabrebudded at last, when the mischiveous fire imps got into the fort by a floor hatch. He ignited the booze stockpile near the workshops, and that fire spread quickly, supernaturally. In the ensuing madness, a tantruming dwarf hit the support near the entrance, thus caving the entrance in. No way out. Thus, Uthil Imkethdatan Nadakrecus Amkin (Uthil Justiceiron, the defended thirst of gladness - yes, he was drinking ALL THE TIME) slayer of 103 goblins,14 kobolds, 21 mountain gnomes, 6 rhesus macaques, killer of Idrath Treasureglowing The Ivory Flare, the dragon and Cusal Yorsavant the Lens of Pages, the titan, is buried, along with his story.

[woose1]

Thats ok.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I had a dwarf named Soapy.
He came in the immigrant wave (Guess what? A SOAPER) and was immediately drafted into my army. I stationed him in a mysterious room with a floodgate and a lever, un-recruited him and ordered him to pull the lever. Then, due to fate or not, the room was flooded with water, and Soapy... just stood there.
It took 3 seasons before I realized that Soapy wasn't planning to drown anytime soon. Puzzled and a little scared, I un-flooded the room, recruited Soapy, and gave him a spear and normal leather armor (He was a 'Chaser', one of the dwarves who's jobs it was to absorb bolts and chase down fleeing gobbo's.) and stationed him at the entrance to my fort.
Not a week later (Gametime), we had an ambush, and Soapy was caught in the middle of it. With his comrades fighting valiantly and bolts flying overhead, Soapy courageously leaped onto the leader of the ambush, burying his spear in it's neck. Spurting red blood and an anger directed at the lone 'chaser', the 'goblin' (He was too big and badass to fairly be considered one... possibly he had orc blood in him) took one final slash with his great axe, slashing Soapy's arm clean off.
One of the 2 survivors of that fatefull day, Soapy and his remaining squad member enjoyed a quiet life by the chasm, free to not be afraid, for the chasm creatures seemed unaturally content at staying down in their hole. However one day, while Soapy's partner was way back at the plaza, (Soapy's partner had a patrol route that brought him along the length of the chasm, through some abondoned tunnels, and in the plaza, while Soapy had a permanant station spot, because while Soapy passed out frequently, his freind was completely uninjured) a horde of batmen fell upon him, tearing him apart while his partner was taking a leasurely stroll through some abondoned exploratory tunnles. Finally, seeing Soapy being raped by 6-9 batmen, he (Or she, can't remember) beset upon the beasts, chopping off heads and limbs with gusto.
Now, with 1 eye, 1 arm, and no legs, Soapy prepares to defend the fortress with the rest of his brothers against the demons, long enough for the civillians to block off the rest of the fortress.
Soapy rolled his last good eye at the tunnel ahead of him, taking note of the grunts and nervous whimpers of the veterans and fresh recruits around him. He grips his +Bismuth Bronze Crossbow+ tighter, feeling for the trigger as shadows and fire spread out of the tunnel. This is his last stand, his last jiggidy jig... the one to save his family and the one that will send him to Armok's hell. He takes one last drink of the rum beside him, savoring it's fruity, sweet, honey-like taste, and prepares to send the demons back to whence they came.

[Kel the Oblivious]

My most bad ass had to be a still unnamed Hammerer. This was by far my first true fortress, and it was pretty decent, large sunny courtyard, a tricky bridge, plenty of iron and flux for steel.

Well, she was sitting outside, smoking some rolled ratweed while watching my farmers till the outside farming plots. I like variety in my booze. A woodcutter is just walking inside to store a log. And suddenly "An Ambush, Curse them!" Three times in a row! They were right on my bridge, too close to pull the "Fuck you" lever in time. My only course of action was the scramble the military, lock the farm house, and order everyone inside. I figured some of them were doomed, the goblins had archers, and lots of them.

So here stood my Hammerer, her purple veiled head turning towards the foul host. Instead of turning tail and running, like any other yellow bellied noble would do, she pulled out her steel warhammer, and charge forward! Only a few steps into her charge, she got an arrow to the spine. But that did not stop her. As dwarf after dwarf piled out of the main stairway, she was bashing goblin after goblin, all by herself, wearing nothing but a silk robe and hood. Goblins flew left, right, up, down, over the bridge, into the wall. Several had their head turned into mush. By the time the first soldier arrived, the three ambushes had been reduced to a meager four goblins, who were quickly caught and cut down my my leather wearing axe dwarfs.

The Hammerer, crippled and never to heal, was taken to the infirmary. That would not do. It was a lonely room, filled with beds. I removed all but her bed, and then swapped her's out with a masterwork bed, decorated a dozen times in bones and shells, the most noticeable, her heroic stand on the bridge. "This is a picture of a dwarf and goblins in turtle shell bone. The dwarf is striking a menacing pose, the goblins are cowering." This was before I turned on the history to pictures >.<

And there she lay, crippled but alive. Knowing it was not enough, I began decorating her room in the bronze that she so loved, statues and coffers, chairs and tables, even a few supports made of bronze blocks. That room became my designated party room, and every time I looked in there, children would be gathered around her bed.

It warms my heart to think that during these parties, she lay there in bed, propped up, telling the children of her stories and tales, words of wisdom passed down to the next generation.

That fortress still lives on, but I have not played it in a while, the site not the best. But one day, I will tell you her name.

[worldspawn]

I found a cave river and decided to create an opening in the wall 1 z-level above the river since the critters like to crawl out and I was just gonna cage/kill them one by one. Well they started pouring out in quantities a lot larger than one so by the time my military showed up all of my cages were full and they just barely made it in time.

I should say he instead of they since the rest were drinking/sleeping. Just some lonesome elite swordsdwarf against a throng of cave monsters, great. He hacked them up well and good, scoring about 6 kills, but then he fell into that little opening I made to the river. The river was dammed and draining at the time with the water was at a steady 5/7ish level, so the current kept pushing him towards the chasm at the end of the river(the opening was right near it). He fought against this current while being surrounded by a couple snakemen. He killed them but then an alligator bit his sword hand and mangled it. The sword was dropped and swept into the chasm, but that didn't stop him. He wrestled and punched everything arout him, killing 3-4 alligators when my miner FINALLY arrived to dig some exit stairs for him. He swam against the current and punched out an ollmen(broke its head and knocked im out) before finally crawling out of the river. It took 3 years for his hand to heal and I gave him a brand new masterwork steel sword to spar with. He killed 3 recruits with it within a year.

Then my magmaproject flooded the fort and smeared my engravings so my legendary engraver/miner went nuts and one shotted him in the heart with her pickax(that fort ended in fun and is another story entirely).

[Myroc]

My most bad ass had to be a still unnamed Hammerer. This was by far my first true fortress, and it was pretty decent, large sunny courtyard, a tricky bridge, plenty of iron and flux for steel.

Well, she was sitting outside, smoking some rolled ratweed while watching my farmers till the outside farming plots. I like variety in my booze. A woodcutter is just walking inside to store a log. And suddenly "An Ambush, Curse them!" Three times in a row! They were right on my bridge, too close to pull the "Fuck you" lever in time. My only course of action was the scramble the military, lock the farm house, and order everyone inside. I figured some of them were doomed, the goblins had archers, and lots of them.

So here stood my Hammerer, her purple veiled head turning towards the foul host. Instead of turning tail and running, like any other yellow bellied noble would do, she pulled out her steel warhammer, and charge forward! Only a few steps into her charge, she got an arrow to the spine. But that did not stop her. As dwarf after dwarf piled out of the main stairway, she was bashing goblin after goblin, all by herself, wearing nothing but a silk robe and hood. Goblins flew left, right, up, down, over the bridge, into the wall. Several had their head turned into mush. By the time the first soldier arrived, the three ambushes had been reduced to a meager four goblins, who were quickly caught and cut down my my leather wearing axe dwarfs.

The Hammerer, crippled and never to heal, was taken to the infirmary. That would not do. It was a lonely room, filled with beds. I removed all but her bed, and then swapped her's out with a masterwork bed, decorated a dozen times in bones and shells, the most noticeable, her heroic stand on the bridge. "This is a picture of a dwarf and goblins in turtle shell bone. The dwarf is striking a menacing pose, the goblins are cowering." This was before I turned on the history to pictures >.<

And there she lay, crippled but alive. Knowing it was not enough, I began decorating her room in the bronze that she so loved, statues and coffers, chairs and tables, even a few supports made of bronze blocks. That room became my designated party room, and every time I looked in there, children would be gathered around her bed.

It warms my heart to think that during these parties, she lay there in bed, propped up, telling the children of her stories and tales, words of wisdom passed down to the next generation.

That fortress still lives on, but I have not played it in a while, the site not the best. But one day, I will tell you her name.

I am never ever confiscating my hammerer's masterwork hammer again.

Mostly for the reason that hammerers make a decent one-dwarf army.

[Foxbyte]

My most badass dwarf must have been... The Clerk. He's my trader, one of the Original Seven who handles all the bookkeeping. During the second or third season of digging out my new fortress a thief snuck in right beside his chair [Out in the hallway, as rooms were being dug].

I activate him, he immediately grapples the damn thing, and tears off its head. Then goes back to book-keeping covered in kobold blood and ichor.

Edit: Oh yeah. I also remember from the same game I was working on an underground killing field [Screw The Sun]... The upper floor had to be removed and I figured the easiest way would be with channeling. I carved out a grid a lot like the suggested form of exploratory mining... Long mined hallways with 2 tile thick walls of stone, then channeled the stone out and dropped the entire grid onto the floor below...

... and I forgot to check if anyone was down there. My head chef was lounging in the courtyard, and the grid just crashed down all around him. It was amazing. No one was hurt in the fall but three dwarves were knocked out temporarily from the sheer concussive force that sent dust through my entire fort.

[dabbling builder]

my best dwarf started as a mere peasant, immigrating from some far of land. when he came i still cared about immigrants and seeing the useless peasant i just set him to hunt in th  hopes that he would simply fall prey to a vicious groundhog or something. however, this was not his fate.

at one point there were 2 ambush announcements, first one i set all my dwarves indoors but with the second one i started looking through the map(fairly small and flat so no problem there) and i see this poor peasant surrounded by roughly 10 goblins and a marksdwarf, i stick around to see the show when i notice he is blinking. so now i actually check his skills and evidently he is a legendary wrestler from all the groundhogs and goats he has strangled. so i activate him and he proceeds to murder all the goblins, one by one while i just sit there, earning himself a title and becoming a champion

on a side note i had a child who was idling for several years, leading to him becoming legendary in all the conversation skills. the best part, one year he becomes possessed and makes a legendary bow, as a child.

[Greiger]

Spoilerd to keep them seperate and to shorten the post to those just skimming through.

Spoiler: Army of Orcs? Pfft.  I singlehandedly swatted a giant bug. (click to show/hide)

Not a dwarf really but one of my Dracon(anthro dragons.  Yes I know, very origonal.) They're balanced to not be much stronger than a dwarf though.  And they tend to fight stuff MUCH stronger than the average dwarf faces.

Middle of an ambush invasion.  Fortress is built on a river with the main castle directly on the river.  Orc invasion at the north gate, most of my military is dealing with that.  The orcs are outnumbered so they aren't likely to win but the main military is tied up for a bit.

Then one of my fishers sends a message "(name unknown) Fisherman canclels fish: Interrupted by Grass Assassin."  I take notice of the fisherman fleeing into the south gate and the Grass Assassin following. The grass assasin is a size 15 praying mantis creature with a 5:15 damage attack that just happens to live in small clusters in savage areas. These things give titans a run for their money.  It could wreak alot of havok inside the fortress.  And the only thing between it and the entrance to the main areas is Fatàb Feildletter. An average marksman that was watching the south gate for additional ambushes.

I check her skills and inventory and it looks grim.  Talented Crossbowman, Bone crossbow, high quality but weak leather armor, and a stack of 5 turtle bone bolts.  Toast.  I order the military to move to intercept the oversized insect but as expected they continue chasing the terrified orcs they are already close to.

Fatàb opened fire but the bolts did little damage and the Assassin charges her, knocking her down and sending one of her wings flying off in a bloody arc. It stood over her preventing her from getting back up.  I thought she was going to spend the rest of the short battle unconsious from pain, but no!  She's still awake!  And she fired another bolt at the assassin hitting it in the thorax and peircing it's heart!  Shortly after the grass assassin passes out, and she stands back up and punts the thing 3 tiles back to the entrance to the castle with a standard bone crossbow directly onto a serrated disc trap!  The creature hadn't taken any damage at all from the trap on it's first trip through, but now it is unconcious on it, and it is shortly dissected into it's component parts.

She lost one wing and a got a brown lower leg from the fight but survived.  Unfortunatly she ended up of fortress guard duty because the missing wing made her useless forever after, but she eventually had a kid and was the only fortress guard with a fully decorated military tomb.

Spoiler: 2D fliers were still pretty annoying (click to show/hide)

My only real Dwarf badass I had was back in 2D.  I had a pair of guards on patrol at the main chasm bridge, keeping an eye out for creature ambushes.  Or it was supposed to be a pair, one crossbow one hammer.  But the marksdwarf had apperently decided to shirk his duties for some reason.

The hammerer was alone during a quite large creature ambush, he was fighting well over 5 to 1 odds, and he still sent creatures flying, most of them back into the chasm they came from as a flying corpse.  One of the creatures was just hovering over the chasm shooting at him with a blowgun.  His response was to send an antman directly at the flyer.  It slammed into it and sent both of them falling to their doom.  it was awesome, he singlehandly destroyed that ambush.  And he wasn't even legendary. 

Unfortunatly "his" name, gender, equipment, and most of what he was fighting was lost to time.