The Greenskins used the dark, hidden passageways to conquer Karak Eight Peaks, and through them they continue to maintain their vile threat.
So, the day is won. Skarsnik, through both good, honest fightiness and – as you might expect – downright bad, dishonest, sneaky behaviour, has regained control of Karak Eight Peaks. In the process, he has put the meagre Dwarf force of Belegar Ironhammer to death or flight, and put paid to the machinations of the no-quite-sneaky-enough mutinous gits who dared to seize power whilst he was away hunting. Of course, when I say 'put paid' I mean those traitors who weren’t brutally slaughtered during the battle were roasted, slowly, over a large, open spit until they were thoroughly well done with excellent crackling. Now that these distractions are out of the way, Skarsnik can get back to what he does best, which is being the ‘Warlord of the Eight Peaks’ the only way he knows how – a sneaky, twisted, cannot-be-trusted kind of way. Naturally, this means not really clearing up after the slaughter and continuing to allow the once-proud Dwarf fortress to slide into abject decrepitude, whilst sitting atop a big pile of ‘shiny stuff’ and threatening all and sundry with death between the jaws of his beloved pet Squig, Gobbla.