Your fort was called "Killerbees"? That's awesome. The best name i've had randomly generated so far was Anusblood 
I named it myself.
Part two of the story, the final part that will take place in Fortress mode:
Snow fell heavily over Killerbees, obscuring the empty shell of a fortress that remained. Three dwarves hurriedly made coffins from the rock and placed them in rooms that were once bedrooms. Now the thirty bedrooms were useless, only one tenth of that many dwarves remaining.
Ninety dwarves had died in the last year at Killerbees, yet not one of the three dwarves had seen most of it happen. They had arrived very recently in a band of migrants that had brought the population to 14 dwarves. There were six dwarves there before them, who described arriving at the fortress and finding only death, three insane dwarves, six that had lost their will to live, two berserk dwarves, and an orphaned baby.
The three dwarves worked. They had carved about thirty coffins, one third of the number necessary to contain all the deceased. Not enough, not nearly enough. They didn't have to focus on food as they had traded the last of their goods to the dwarven caravan in exchange for much food and armor. Still, hauling dead bodies to mass graves was a tedious task, made all the harder by the zombie wildlife that guarded some of the corpses.
The population had been fourteen. Not terrible, definitely manageable. But when the goblin ambush struck with their deadly lashers, the human caravan guards only reacted quickly enough to save the three of them. The goblins must have been looking for the source of all the wealth exported from Killerbees, but it was just a dwindling supply of bone and shell crafts made by a bonecrafter long since deceased.
So the three trudged along, through the snow, gathering bodies. The entrance had been narrowed in case they needed to close it off quickly. Unfortunately, all three dwarves were far from the entrance to the fortress when they heard a voice.
"Release the trolls!" Two masses of goblins were surrounding the fort, one to the north and the other to the south. Trolls charged from the south ahead of the goblin force, snarling and lashing their claws at the flurries of snow.
All three dwarves rushed for the safety of the entrance, but they were no match for six trolls and two dozen goblins. One was literally ripped to pieces by the combined effort of all the trolls, while the others were given more mercy and quickly slaughtered by the goblins. The ghost of a wrestler gazed at the battlefield silently as the three died. He shook his head and disappeared into the blizzard.
"Killerbees has fallen."
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Topic: A Siege on Killerbees (Read 2661 times)