Diamondrelic is going on 11 years old now and fairly successful. We've captured the leader of the nearby goblin civilization and breached the caverns and only lost a couple dozen dwarves over those 11 years.
One of my marksdwarves, Atir Stigildegel, somehow lost the ability to stand back in the first couple of years by having his legs chopped off, but I figured, hey, it's not like a marksdwarf has to stand, right?
So the poor sucker has been dragging himself from training to his off-duty job as a weaver over the last 9 years or so, and in the meantime has managed to crawl his way (heh) to a Legendary Weaver and a Master Marksdwarf. Not bad for a dwarf with no legs. Of course due to his inability to stand, and therefore walk, he's kinda ... slow. As in, he moves quite slowly. Whenever I put my squads on duty it's usually not until after they've finished up whatever work I wanted them to do before he arrives. Still, I mean, he's making his contribution and taking it all on the chin, or rather, the stumps of his legs.
At least until just now.
The Forgotten Beast Teling Idashkor has come! A giant humanoid composed of conglomerate. It has large mandibles and it squirms and fidgets. Beware its webs!
Well, ok, that's fine I'll get my military in position and ... Atir? Oh crap, you've been downstairs collecting webs. Well, try to hurry up and reach our panic hall where the rest of your pals are stationed, ok? Atir, you gonna make it?
Nope. Aww, crap. Well, poor guy, at least he had a long and ... wat ... you're ... you're not immediately dead?
In fact, you're fighting the forgotten beast?
Holy crap you're beating the snot out of it!
For seven pages he beat up the forgotten beast, chipping its conglomerate in the leg and lower body, ripping a mandible out and in general being a legless badass. Rolling away and dodging and blocking the forgotten beast's strikes, he was a mother----ing beast of a crippled dwarf from hell. Not only did he give better than he got, he gave the rest of the military time to get into position before the forgotten beast could get all the way upstairs and panic the entire fortress.
In the end, however, the forgotten beast got a lucky shot in. It bit Atir's head off. However the rest of my military made quick work of it, pincushioning it with bolts and chopping its legs and an arm off before slicing it in two.
Atir, the population of Diamindrelic salutes your bravery and tenacity. We shall build you a tomb fit for the hero you are.