The Horror at Zonmarkrey
As we neared the end of our second winter, the food began to run dangerously low. Orlun the Trapper had been augmenting our supplies with his hunting until he was wounded in what he claims to have been an epic battle with a raccoon. His incessant bedridden tantrums wore on us all. Finally, he snapped. He didn't seem partucularly injured as he struck down the farmer and the jewelcrafter but perhaps his insanity lent him strength.
He calmed down after that but the verdict had been reached. Incessant tantrum throwing dwarves were to be put down before they snapped. A special "bedroom" chamber was constructed near the river. A nearby lever put whomever slept their out of our misery. Orlun was the first resident.
We were down to just seeds when spring finally arrived. There was a great sigh of relief through the rough hewn halls. It was, however, a false hope. Overcome with their hunger, the dwarves chose to forego fishing in the newly thawed river and the crops would not be grown in time. Lean dwarves with wild eyes roamed the halls, daggers clenched in their teeth, looking for any vermin that hadn't already been eaten by the scores of cats.
It was quickly decided that the horses and puppies would be eaten out of desperation. This fed a few, but not enough. The starving dwarves began going berzerk, killing anything they came across. The graveyard began filling with bodies, the refuse pile with scraps of kittens and dogs. Rioting ran rampant.
In the middle of the chaos, the immigrants arrived. A Sheriff, a broker, and twenty assorted craftsmen and workers who had heard the legends of the dwarf kingdom's glory. They had no idea what they were walking into whent they came strolling through the gates. The bodies continued to pile up. The broker lived just long enough to "ban the exporting of certain items" (kitten scraps?) before being killed. I never saw what became of the sheriff.
Perhaps sensing the fortresses weakness, that was when the snakemen launched their attack. The blade traps by the river caught of few of them but not enough. Snakemen and insane dwarves rampaging through bloodsoaked corridors, the bodies of cats and dogs lying in heaps, absolute carnage.
I blame the raccoon. One or two more deer might have carried us through..
I think I need to have my food supply figured out a little better in my next fort