My fortress sat on top of one of the bordering mountains leading down to a river valley. Things were often peaceful here. The dwarves were all happy living in the fortress until one day, a siege of werewolves came, there were about 30, all wrestlers. They even brought a war rhino. No one expected it, the fortress was just able to finish up the outer walls that defended the staircase down into the main halls. The one bad thing was that there was no gate to keep the blood thirsty invaders out. I quickly mustered all of the dwarves that had some skill in weaponry and sent the to stand outside the fortress's walls. The makeshift military was armed with mostly copper weapons, some iron. They stood there, waiting for the hairy beasts to come to them. The werewolves charged them and the battle began. During the battle, limbs were flying, blood was everywhere, mostly dwarf. I was sure that the battle was lost when suddenly I see this one dwarf slaughtering the invaders one by one. Once he was done with that group, he quickly aided two of his other dwarven comrades. The two dwarves that needed assistance retreated back to the fortress's walls, while their savoir kept fighting. After he finished those last few werewolves the war rhino charged him, I thought this was the end for him, I was wrong. He quickly made work of the rhino, smashing it's skull with his iron war hammer. The last few werewolves retreated and the siege was over. I later found out that this dwarf killed over fifteen werewolves. At that point, I knew he was not a ordinary dwarf. I named him Zetris, and I made him the Commander of the Militia, the fortress treated him like a god. For five years, he lead the dwarven army into every battle and emerged victorious. He kept the fortress safe, during his tour of duty he killed over forty invaders, two forgotten beasts, one ettin, and over thirty creatures from the caverns below the fortress's halls. He only had one friend, a furnace operator, he died two years after the first siege, since then, Zetris only treated people as acquaintances. During the fifth year the fortress was at it's top glory. Over one-hundred dwarves resided there. During one spring day, the werewolves returned. There were over 45 of them, all mounted on rhino's. My jaw dropped. I knew this was too many werewolves, even for Zetris. I ordered all of my dwarves inside the safety of the fortress's walls. Sadly, some didn't make it before the gate closed, they were gored by the rhinos. I tried to wait out the invasion, it had been three months and they still sat there, waiting. The fortress's source of water came from the river in the vally below, but due to the invasion, we had no access to it. Slowly, dwarves started to die of thirst. After some time, my population was down to twenty. Zetris being one of them. Dwarves wandered the halls weeping over the friends and family they've lost. One of the dwarves wandered down into the caverns and spotted a blind cave ogre. The beast picked up the poor soul and threw him against a nearby cavern wall, he died instantly. The ogre made it's way up to the fortress. I sent out Zetris to combat the beast. He quickly killed it in the main living hallway. Zetris slowly walked back to his room. Now, the fortress's population was down to three. It wasn't long before one of the remaining dwarves went beserk and killed a nearby glassmaker. Zetris smashed the insane dwarf to pieces in the meeting hall. Zetris was the only dwarf left. I found him walking back to his room, he laid down in his bed. Within seconds, he was gone. Forever.
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