I unwisely decided to make the entrance to my sewerworks outside my walls. While carving it out, my miners were attacked by a horde of ghouls, which are tough customers. Since there was a ton of them and only four miners, I figured that they were doomed and recruited them. They tore a bloody swathe through the undead, causing all the survivors to flee. Unfortunately, all but one miner died. But each and every one of them had killed many more zombies than expected.
After the battle, it looked like a butcher's shop had exploded. Ghoul bits and dwarf bits were scattered over the fields, the bridge, the river, the tunnels, the stairs... A decapitated head even made it over my walls into the main courtyard! Every combatant had been torn to little bits, with not a single clean kill. After fighting his way out of the sewers, the lone survivor emerged to daylight to see the remaining undead fleeing in terror. Having sustained broken bones and near unconscious from exhaustion, the miner limped towards the main gate.
Suddenly, a ghoul leapt out of nowhere and they began wrestling on the drawbridge! The survivor was helpless! A passing weaver was drafted, and with a flying tackle knocked the zombie off and tore him to bits!
That miner was given the profession 'Tunnel Lord', and shall be among the highest of my nobles. Since then he has eviscerated all manner of monsters and men, often without being drafted.
And he just had a possession mood, creating a throne made of native platinum ore and platinum bars.
Called Matchedsank the Fist of Picks.