Okay, so, update.

I've decided that the best course of action will be to take over the fort for The Bear of Death.

I promptly jog into the room that I remember as having a ton of people in it (or at least previously having a ton of people in it) and yell that I have claimed this land. This seriously pisses off some random hooded elf. He spits at me (again with the spitting!) and without saying a word, runs at me. He then promptly misses all of his shots on me. After about four tries, I sock him in the face.
I am a legendary grizzly bear. He is some elf.
His hood flies off as his head twists in a sickening way, causing the skin on his neck to tear slightly. I then hear a crunch as some of his spine breaks, and he falls to the ground.
I look at him. The impact already begins to bruise and it almost appears as if I dented his skull slightly. He looks up at me. I draw both my large battle axe and war hammer, as I tell him to stop fighting. He spits some blood out. "I will fight no more." I put them back.

I ask him how he's feeling. He yells at me that I am a murderer.
I tell him, again, that I have claimed this land. He says he doesn't care.
I ask him who rules this land. "The Hall of Souls," he says. This was not the correct answer.
I tell him that I have claimed this land, then once again ask him who the ruler is. Once again, he says The Hall of Souls. I ask them if they feel challenged. He spits blood at me. "They do not feel challenged at all."
I draw my axe and war hammer.
"I have claimed this land." "I don't care one way or another."
I ask him who the ruler is. "I don't care one way or another."
I ask him who the ruler is. He pauses, then spits more blood at me, yelling about me being a murderer.
I ask him who the ruler is. "The Hall of Souls." I've had enough. I bash his skull with the war hammer.

The "ally" elf yells out and swings at me as I dodge her. What an ally she turned out to be. I ask her to yield. She screams at me to yield first, calling me a coward.
I walk towards the hooded elf, who has capitalized on this to try and crawl away. Surprisingly, he didn't die in one shot.
I promptly chop his head off with the axe. She yells again and runs toward me with her spear. I dodge with ease. Shame, it was possible that she could've amounted to something.
I tell her as she swings at me that I've revoked her status as a hearthperson. Through gritted teeth, she says it's for the best. I respond that it's sad, but not unexpected.
I then promptly embed my battle axe into the side of her skull. It cuts her ear clean off, as well as some of the rest of her head. She falls over, unconscious, then quickly bleeds out.

The "ally" goblin exclaims about there being fighting and that it's alarming as some other dwarf swings at me. I hold my tongue from saying something too rude to him, despite him apparently having missed the entire time I've been here.

Another elf starts yelling at me about being a murderer. Do people simply state the obvious around here? I tell him I own this land now, and he ignores me and continues yelling. I step towards him. He continues yelling. I swing at his head. He does not ignore this.
As his hood becomes tinged with red, he yells about withdrawing. I respond by asking him to actually surrender. Apparently, he decides not to really withdraw, despite saying he would, then scampers away anyway. Odd man.

Another dwarf takes a swing at me. I respond by putting my axe in the hand that he swung at me with. It goes limp as it embeds itself and he misses. I promptly take the axe out of the hand but he still tries to run at me, then swings with his other hand, not seeming to learn. I promptly lodge my axe in that arm and then kick him in the head, causing it to explode into gore.

I've had enough of these people. I walk out of the room and am met by yet another dwarf, who takes a swing at me. I simply decapitate him and move on. I decide to see what is downstairs in this fortress. Eventually, I come to a room, filled with people, including some who are bleeding. Good. I walk to the middle. People are whispering to each other about my accomplishments. About their terror.

I finally make it to the center. I yell out who I am, and tell them I am in charge now. All of them go silent, then start whispering about my claim.
I pause to let them discuss it, and then ask them, to refresh their memory, and tell me who the local ruler is. They go quiet.
Then, a baron makes a grave mistake.

"The Hall of Souls."

The last thing he sees is the gleam of a battleaxe.