Tumam stared down the Cold Hunter. He felt an endless sea of malice and murderous intent behind it's eyes! Tumam blinked first. He quietly backed away and decided to go around and focus on the other dwarves.
He hunted each one down! He bashed a baroness' skull in and dueled with a dwarf sworn to a long dead goblin kingdom. Tumam supposed it was fitting that all the players in this war represent things dead and gone.



From here the momentum of destruction sped along at an unbelievable rate.
Cor's conquest of Adelaathira was far different from Tumam's. Hers was slow, patient and methodical as she played forces against each other, assisted the alliance with defeating the demon invasion, and raised the greatest heroes from each of these wars. Cor sought to rule the world and its inhabitants. Tumam only wanted to purge it completely.
Without being compromised by greed or a desire for minions to command Tumam had no need to slow himself down. His horde advanced and what took Cor decades to achieve: Tumam accomplished in a week. The dead do not sleep or hunger and advanced ceaselessly.
The first two hillocks were caught entirely unawares. Zombies and wights brutalized the populations. Undead horses in particular were overwhelmingly deadly for they lacked the fear that kept their living variants from unleashing lethal force. Each kick of a hoof left a dwarf dead!
The new queen of the silver of staves hid while a brave woodcutter tried to buy time for her to escape. In her fear though she merely cowered and was swarmed. The woodcutter slew two zombies and attempted to break free when realizing it was hopeless, but he too fell.
All were raised, but Tumam couldn't recognize which dwarf was the former queen with what a brutal state they were all in.

Oh there were many tragic scenes too. Whole homes full of children that Tumam himself looked away from as his horde did their work mercilessly. In the very first hillocks a sheriff ran in fear from the horde, but was too slow. A child charged in and bought him time and he continued to run as he left the little girl to be torn apart. The sheriff was still hunted down anyway.
The next few hillocks had time to prepare a motley defense. New self-proclaimed warlords rallied dwarves clad in steel encrusted with jewels. The finest soldiers left in all of dwarfdom: veterans of the war with the demons!
New barons, counts and kings were selected since the last hillocks was destroyed and these were now also steel warriors.
They seem to finally be responding to us fittingly, right?Tumam briefly retreated, but only to find a graveyard...
Someone had left a whole fortress of dead bodies ripe for the resurrecting.With this horde and the last elite of the combined Silver of Staves and Craterous Glazes a battle of legends ensued.
The outnumbered dwarves danced in martial trances and weaved bloody ruin amongst the horde. The undead nails and teeth could do little against the armor! Each soldier took a name for himself or herself as a warrior of this world's legends!


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The dwarves would most certainly have won the battle were it not for the glaring weakness of the living: They grow tired.
One by one dwarves would fall in exhaustion and the dead would pummel them and pull their armor off.
The whole time Tumam floated in the background and watched the carnage, but as dwarves would fall he would often hover in and deal killing blows instantly.
This might seem a mercy, but in reality he wished to preserve the legendary warriors for reanimation. The new legendary zombies could punch and kick with such strength as to collapse in the skulls of enemies completely!



Dwarven civilization would fall with a battle-cry and piles of dead mangled enemies. Although the bearded fiends would surely never choose extinction this is likely the only ending they would ever find acceptable.

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https://rare-gallery.com/4563265-dwarfs-warrior-fantasy-art.htmlTumam's horde shuffled around as he floated a few feet from the ground and looked up.
His work was partway done. Dwarven civilization was all gone. All of it!
Yet, still, many of the bearded vermin dwelt as bandits, nomads, refugees and mercenaries in the anarchic human lands to the south. The majority of the species, in fact.
His quest was entering its most important phase. Tumam was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he did not even notice the living dwarf standing beside him until the dwarf coughed "Ahem"
Tumam turned slowly. Shocked that the creature wasn't torn limb from limb by his minions.
"Found yourself yet, Tumam?" he said
Tumam recognized this one. He was the tavern keeper from Oarpassionate the dwarf capital!
The dwarf didn't even seem concerned that he was standing on the ashes of his own dead kingdom, but instead pulled out two mugs and a flask and began pouring. He handed Tumam a mug of dark liquid and smiled warmly saying "Let's have a chat for old time's sake"
OOC:
The number of epic battles and horrifying moments was beyond counting and I love that about dwarf fortress. It is a story generator! The most interesting ones will probably be lore posts instead of forcing myself to slow down the progress to fairy tales just to fit every little thing.