I have a nice bad ass dwarf in my fort too.
Around my second year, the time i got steel production up and running, i decided a military force was way overdue. My first 5 dwarf squad (the Oily Elbows
) Where send to train in the barracks, armed with the few steel weapons and armour that had been forged thus far.
Move on a month or so, and the military force is just about competent and well armored enough to fight off an ambush or 2, thought a few are still missing gauntlets and boots. Soon, the first goblin ambush comes, one squad, with mixed units in it. As always, i thought my fortress was secure, but i had neglected a back passage, which the goblins ran straight towards. The military was alerted, but they where still no too skilled, and with their heavy Armour weighing them down, it was clear the goblins where gonna get there first.
Not so fast though, One of the hammer dwarfs (named hatches because he loves them, apparently) seems much faster than the others! There he goes, outpacing his squad and zooming to take on the goblins.. all by himself, uh oh!
He arrives, and promptly bashes the goblin pike man (who had been busy stabbing a fisher-dwarf in the stomach) in the leg, just causing a bruise. Said pike man is obviously more skilled though, counterstriking and stabbing hatch in the eyelid, luckily just tearing it. (This would leave an awesome large jagged scar over his left eyelid in his descriptions after it healed.)
Hatch doesn't care though, just keeps fighting, smashing the goblins weapon hand and making him drop it. At this point, the rest of the squad is still a z level below, trying to catch up. Up comes the next goblin, coming to help the pikeman out, brandishing his bronze scimitar furiously. Swoosh! one decent swing, and hatch's left hand sails off, landing on the floor a few tiles away from him.
He gasps in pain and surprise, his shield clattering on the floor, blood spurting from the wound, the goblin looming over him, ready for the next swing. I feel like this is the end for poor, brave hatch.. But hatch has other ideas. Picking up his dropped shield in the same (and only) hand he is carrying his war hammer with, he smashes the goblins skull into his brain with a hefty swing. hes getting paler though, and hes still in immense pain.. Hang on hatch, the rest of the guys are nearly here! He blocks the other goblins attacks, getting weaker by the second, not even able to strike back.
The other guys are here! hang on Hatch! The other militia members rush in, and hatch falls to the back of the group, still weak and pale. He doesn't fight, but he still waits until every last goblin is dead before wandering with his last ounce of strength to a hospital bed and collapsing.
The doctor rushes to the scene, and operates, bandages and sutures, but the hand is of course forever gone. I wonder if hatch will become an invalid, forever stuck in his bed in a locked in state, dreaming of past glory. Nah, fuck that! He thinks, and promptly gets up month later, still rather pale, equips himself, and continues to spar and serve in the military.
Years on, he is legendary, and the most militarily skilled dwarf in the fort, with the most kills. He wields his weapon and shield in his only hand, and is adorned in the finest adamantine armour. In his time off, he likes to gather the children around him in the meeting hall, show them his scars, and tell them of his many battles and victories.
I love you, Hatches Tadducim.
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