Dwarf Fortress: Gemclod, let's all get killed and eaten

It has been many hundreds of years since dwarves walked this world, and many hundreds more since the fall of its last great stronghold, the fortress of Gemclod. It lies now, half-buried by time and forgotten. Only in legend is its name and story recalled.

With one exception.

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The swamp was quiet but for the buzz of flies, the blow of the wind, and the wild camels that still passed through these parts. It had been this way for centuries until, suddenly, the tranquility was disrupted by a flash of blue light - and, as if from magic, two dwarves appeared. The shorter of the two took in the surroundings in a curious way, apparently pleased. The other was shouting at him.

'How could you lose your hammer again?!'

'Butterfingers!' the dwarf replied happily. 'I could have sworn I dropped it around here somewhere.' The dwarf inspected the ground carefully. Something caught his attention and a big toothy smile appeared on his face.

'Hey, look, there's an old wall here! I think we've found a fortress!'

'Oh. Great. So what's this one called?'

The short dwarf sat down, ignoring the squelch of the muddy soil, then pressed his hand against the moss-carpeted rock and closed his eyes. A pale yellow glow surrounded him. 'Gemclod,' he said finally. 'It's called Gemclod.'

'I still don't get how you do that.'

'Hey, we're on a spiritual plane, we don't just deal with the physical world now! We can sense the metaphorical being that exists metaphysically beyond the grasp of mere mortals! It's symbolic!'

'Symbollocks.'

'Look, I'll prove it to you, put your ear against that rock.'

'But, leaches-'

'Listen! Please!' the dwarf implored. The taller dwarf rolled his eyes. His companion always seemed to win these arguments. He knelt down and pressed his ear against the wall.

His eyes widened.

'You hear that?' asked the other dwarf. 'Though the fortress is dead, its song lives on. And it will live forever, even when there's no one left to hear it.'

'So what's it called?'

'Hmm. Let's see.' The dwarf pressed his hand against the wall again and a slightly different yellow glow spread from his fingertips, etching grooves into the wall as they coruscated across the brickwork. Slowly, a picture was revealed.

The dwarf stepped back and his friend leaned forward to study the wall.

'That's a really... weird name.'

'You're telling me, ha ha ha! I wonder what it means?'

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Krysmphoenix in his donation request wrote :-
For the request, I was involved with a succession game on Something Awful with a fortress named Gemclod. There was a megaconstruction on the fortress which has become a bit of a silly symbol for the fortress. It's been described as a four legged duck (with a head that somewhat resembles a smashed beehive or a keg) that sits on top of the fortress. The main body sits over the top of the fortress, it's legs are the four corners of the inner wall, and it's leaning forward so it's head hovers over the main gate of the outer wall, where it spews water out of it's beak down to clean up the bloody aftermath of the latest invasion. So yeah, I'd like for you to draw that.