My most recent win moment (which was more like a number of win moments in quick succession) was in my first fortress to pass the one hundred dorf population mark. I had recently built a legendary dining room with a three tile wide view of a waterfall (one that worked by sending water from the first cavern down a series of up/down stairways straight into the magma sea -- a minor win moment of its own since it was also my first time actually uncovering and adamantine vein in-game, even if I wasn't actually anywhere near it) through three side-by-side gem windows. On the level directly above that dining room I had begun work on a barracks for a squad composed entirely of fresh recruits from a recent immigrant wave, and I had included a gem window with a view of the same waterfall.
Once the barracks were more or less complete, I had the the new squad begin training in there immediately. A very short time later, I got a message saying that Gogol, a towering, squirming and fidgeting clear glass quadruped FB with two short horns and "deadly spittle", had toppled a gem window. Quickly locating the cause of the alert, I found that Gogol had emerged into the barracks through the waterfall. The soldiers present quickly got to work on the intruder, one of them even becoming an elite wrestler before perishing. the killing blow being dealt by one Olin Metalinked
who knocked its head off with her shield. She was one of the new drafted immigrants and a competent speardwarf. And don't be deceived by where it says she received major injuries recently: she doesn't show a single scratch.
Pleased that the problem had been taken care of, I started cleaning up. Shortly, I received word that an elven caravan was en route to our trade depot. So, as had become the custom for me, I sent the entirety of my military (barely more than ten dwarves and less than optimally equipped because this particular fortress is using version .14 and we can't get any sieges) to the small above-ground building in which the depot was contained, intending to kill the elves, take anything useful for myself, and leave the rest of their useless crap in the depot to be traded to the humans along with the various bone crafts of Swampabbey's very own Lokum Canyonglens, a legendary bonecarver.
However, before the elves even reached us, I received
another message about gem windows being toppled. This time, the culprit was one Ramsom Loslalgopet, a gigantic, skinless theropod with a shell and freezing saliva who tended to squirm and fidget (which is actually a pretty awesome mental image, with the exception of the squirming and fidgeting). It broke out into the dining room, though luckily there were only one or two dwarves there. Assigning the civilians to an old burrow I had set up in the depot, I ordered the military dwarves to go and kill Ramstom. However, they dawdled so long that I eventually decided to just station them in the room with the FB and hope for the best.
The first dwarf to arrive on the scene was the most prolific soldier in all of Swampabbey -- a competent axedwarf, dabbling shield user, adequate armor user, proficient fighter, adequate striker and dodger: Dumed Ociglor Dumatkin Kar, whose only companions were his two gigantic pet war grizzly bears, one male and one female.
With a notable kill list of twelve elves, he was my first dorf
ever to receive a title. Note how his bio states that he is an enemy of the Golden Larks? That's the local elven civilization, which, if the engravings in my fort are anything to go by, were actually pretty badass, with some of the more common engravings depicting them fighting/killing humans and/or taming grizzly bears (of which I myself have a good many). Now Dumed managed to engage the FB in single combat for at least a few in game days. Finally, a fellow soldier, along with Dumed's pet grizzlies, came to Dumed's rescue. This dwarf was Oddom Tombkeepers,
a dabbling speardwarf and the recently appointed captain of the new squad, The Mechanical Bands. Together with Dumed, who kept the beast's attention and harried it until he finally collapsed from pain, unable to breathe, Oddom managed to kill Ramstom. But that wasn't the last win moment, oh no. In the aftermath of the battle, Dumed, to whom I had hastily assigned a free tomb on the assumption that he was soon to die, was dragged to the ramshackle hospital where my few minimally-trained medical dorfs somehow managed to stabilize him.
And finally, the last win moment of this whole debacle: the elves, who had just started packing up to leave, soon found themselves set upon by the somehow mostly intact Swampabbey militia. And one dwarf -- a competent striker and rusty swordsdwarf by the name of Cog Speargleamed, killed enough elves to earn himself a title: "The Everlasting Beak of Doctrine". A fitting title for someone who his basically an aspiring kung-fu master. Seriously, his profile says he is very slow to anger, is rarely discouraged, is assertive, isn't prone to flights of fancy, appreciates art and natural beauty, is not prone to openly expressing emotions, and is open-minded to new ideas while still admiring tradition. And his spiritual/mental stats are also the overall best I've seen in any dwarf so far: great intuition, a great affinity for language, a natural ability with music, willpower, a good memory, a good kinesthetic sense, a good spatial sense, and a sum of patience, so yeah, I'd say he's got the 'poet' half of 'warrior poet' down pat. But his physical stats are rather pitiful: his only positive is being tough. Aside from that, he's "clumsy, very quick to tire, and very slow to heal". It's like he really, really
wants to be a master, but is
very far from achieving that goal.
... So yeah, my rambling aside, it was pretty fun.
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