"This is a turkey bone war hammer. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is decorated with turkey bone and menaces with spikes of turkey bone.
Pretty lame, I bet you're thinking. But its not the description that makes this artifact so amazing, its how it was made...
I decided to embark on a glacier. Now, Im not a pro at DF, and I usually farm above ground; so this time, I had to farm below ground. Well, I put off irrigation for a while, because I came with large food stocks. I thought it wouldn't be a problem for a while.
Boy, was I stupid.
A immigration wave came flooding in like a boatmurdered tidal wave, consuming all my food like rats. Starvation came out; I rushed to set up a way to irrigate underground, but by time I was flooding an area, it was too late; the entire fortress was begining to tantrum, and hunt for vermin. I already butchered my turkey hens, it was the last acutal meal many had. I could only wait till the next immigration wave. I watched as a childs parents died before he did; a bit of tears shed for the virtual boy.
Then, something happened.
A fey mood struck the child, not too much later. He claimed a craftsdwarfs Shop. the only thing that occured to me was I was going to get some crappy amulet or something. I was wrong. The child churned out an artifact weapon, made completely of turkey bone; the last food anyone had had; a sort of unwritten memorial to the day the fortress starved. It took a while for me to realize how awesome this was, I was merely thinking "Wow, what a crappy artifact". But its meaning, its legacy, so deep with so few words.
Unfortunately, the child died... But his little hands have crafted what will protect many generations ahead. He watches over the wielder of Charskulls, and with that, the entire Fortress.