Well, an ambush, two sieges and four migration waves later, we're back around 21 dorfs. Erush Tostiden Inolthedak Ram, "Erush VisePaddled The Yellow Clan of Prisons," reigns as lord of the fort, though many wish Bomrek Logemzim Oltarbebmal Gireth, "Bomrek PaintCrested the Gilded Glen of Images" to be mayor of the fort. Both are the champions of the fort, neither of them cares much about anything anymore. Erush retires to a room with furniture made of metals each night and is working the forge on weapons, armor and furniture for Bomrek. Over the course of the ambush and sieges, Bomrek earned his name killing 10 gobblins, while Erush has massacred that number, plus three trolls and choked the remaining breath from a dragon. I will be putting the laborers to work building a monument in his honor and have begun the plans for it. It will be large and consuming of materials, but there is much rock to be had and metal to be traded for and melted from goblinite. Only those who can earn themselves a name get armor and weapons in this place. Only those who earn a name are guaranteed to survive long enough to yell it in a troll's ear as it takes its dying breath. There are no doctors and no administrators here. When I get 10 of them, we'll dig a stairwell down to the magma sea and look for better game.