To Urist McMason, (deceased)
Why didn't you build the drawbridge when I told you a year ago?
By your indirect hand you caused the death of eighty dwarves including yourself. Most were children. They lost parents, brothers, sisters... by your indirect hand. Rot in hell and may the clowns torment you ever after. May armok never allow you to sup at his table.
You may be dead but your punishment will be eternal.
To Zaneg Meetingcrypts the Blockaded Recluse of Justice, (deceased)
I am pleased with you, Zaneg. You went down defending your fellow dwarves. Sadly, with your death the military was broken of much of its strength, and your squadron followed you soon afterward. You will be pleased to know three recruits defended your broken body and died with you, defending you from further mutilation. You should've seen it. It was glorious. One tranced after the other and they fought like possessed dervishes, cleaving goblins, trolls and crocodiles limb from limb. It wasn't enough to break the siege, and with their death the goblins streamed in.
To Zon McOrphan, (deceased)
You've had a hard lot in your short life. You're the second of eight kids, did you know? Your older brother was punched to death by a troglodyte. Your mother was an emotional wreck until you were born. You got a cut on your ear from an escaped prisoner, but you were alright.
You lost a younger brother to a berserk dwarf who didn't get his elf-hair cloth or whatever in time. You took this well. Not a whimper.
Then your father lost his mind.
Again, you were fine.
Then finally, your remaining five siblings were killed, along with your mother Mistem, a brilliant doctor. This was the snapping point. I will always cherish the memory of a young dwarf chewing goblins to death. You were brilliant. You took not a scratch on you until you fell unconscious from exhaustion and only then did the cowardly goblins kill you.
To Urist McMiner-turned-last-ditch-militia (deceased),
Your last friend, Litast Shemkol was killed. You didn't tantrum. At this stage there was merely you and the new mayor, and a criminal. You were the only one able to break the siege, and you did. Sadly you weren't able to stay alive long enough to welcome a new day... you were killed by a fleeing goblin. You will get a table with Armok at the end of the universe.
To Zalisiden, Wardpaddle, the only Good-biome Fortress the dwarves ever made,
You were great.