Man, shame she died. If you had started a fortress you would have eventually had her come as your queen.
I had a similar experience happen to me, entirely out of the blue, while I was doing a bloodlines game. It's fitting enough to share here I think. I'm going to copy and paste what I wrote for my turn that year, so it's in character.
It was then I realized then that enjoying the summer outside was not a very dwarvenly thing to do. I dove back into Fightanus and browsed some of our finer pieces of art and engravings. Most were traditional pictures of mountains or clouds. A few were of our guild's symbol, a shining sun. This one, however, stuck with me:
There was a war in this very mountain range between the Dwarves and the Goblins? I asked our historian if he had any books on the subject and I dove into the material for the remainder of my vacation. Come to found out, the Fierce Assaults that engraving depicted was the name of one skirmish in a much larger war. And the countries waging said war?
Fightanus was founded by the Mortal Daggers of Blood, a guild that belonged to the Roughness of Doctrines, the very same civilization involved in this war with the Hideous Disloyalty, a goblin civilization. I'm not from around this part of the world so this was all news to me. I looked back through the old logs and found something rather worrying
...we were still at war, one of many. Those bastard Goblins broke the treaty not even a year after it was first signed. The latest battle occurred just a couple of years ago. Our fort is too new to attract much attention...but it won't always be that way. When the goblins find out who we are...what then? Will they send their armies to Fightanus as well? Perhaps. But our civilization has lasted nearly 50 years so far...under whose leadership, I wonder?
It seemed all the wars and battles had been won off the blade of a female soldier by the name of Domas Sprayblockade the Fight of Time. Quite the mouthful, that name. Domas had been in countless battles and had two hundred and fifty nine kills to her name, almost all of them goblins. She lead every assault and defense in the wars against the vile goblins.
I looked over her records and found out she had been a prisoner for some time as a youth, kidnapped by a group called the Demon of Spattering. I shouldn't have been very surprised by this next part, but I then learned that the Demon of Spattering was a group founded by the Hideous Disloyalty, the very same goblins we're at war with. That wasn't all, though. After looking up her parents and her husband...
All had been brutally murdered by goblins. Her husband was also a fighter and took some of them down with him, but her parents? Mere civilians! Struck down while fleeing for their lives
So Domas appears to be motivated by vengeance. I can empathize with that plight.
I asked around the fort if anyone had heard of this Domas. The first guy I asked laughed until his face turned red and told me to look at the guild charter. I asked him what the hell he was talking about and why he was laughing.
"You'll know it when you see it," he said inbetween ragged breaths
She's our queen?Turns out our royalty do more than just sit around making orders. They also murder entire goblin civilizations out of revenge. That's enough to inspire a man.
My vacation turned out to be a success. In a few short days I began to mobilize our military and outfit the castle with catapults and fortifications. The goblins would be coming, oh yes, that was for sure. We might not have a Domas to lead us, but we sure as hell have some fight in us yet. The Roughness of Doctrines would stand firm.
No matter the battle!
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