A human Emeg Orglbeamed in the service of a dwarf civ, whose goal was to master a skill, which he sought by embarking on a quest to claim the head of every filthy necromancer in the Radiant Universe. Notable achievements include slaying a steam titan using a bronze sword, and getting severely burned by its molten metal in the aftermath, painting a pentagram in a snowy shrine with his own blood. He raided a vault (though never reached its secrets) and dueled a bronze colossus, striking it chip-by-chip using his sparking metal long sword until it crumbled in submission. He built a camp at the site with a wooden bridge over a river and placed the oddly hydra shaped bronze statue over it. He got his hand bitten off by a crocodile, very embarrassing. He became lord of a goblin-infested castle after routing its tyrant and liberated its human population. He slew many night creatures, of course, and became renowned for his compelling stories in taverns. He slew the vampiric tyrant of a remote tundra city, but in the aftermath contracted the disease.
This made his quest much easier however, and countless necromancers were cast headless from their towers. His bloodiest campaign was the purging of the long abandoned hillocks surrounding the tower of nightmarewhisper which were infested with necromancers and zombies like a sea of barrows. Bent on his quest Emeg partook of the hideous secrets of life and death, and converted the hordes of each slain necromancer. An enemy of mankind, Emeg was shunned by his own people. Having butchered the decapitated corpse of every necromancer, so that they could never rise again, and reanimating their heads to serve him, Emeg sought out other evils to conquer. His gaze fell upon world's great dark tower and the seat of a demon master. He cracked open the tombs of his ancestors (and was cursed in the process) and amassed an even greater army.
Passing through the bones of human city ransacked by goblin invaders, he raised its catacombs to seek vengeance (and encountered some very frightened scholars and an orphan lord in the process, and argued the value of warfare with them, angering the king and persuading one of the scholars, but not the other, which set them bickering). Claiming the city's keep as his capital, he ventured forth into the dark fortress. The combination of hundreds of zombies and tens of thousands of goblins made for a horrific lag-fest. EVENTUALLY, after smashing his way through trenches and towers, Emeg came to the gates of the fortress. Here goblins rallied en masse but could not match the tide of zombies, and Emeg strode among his undead legions, his divine blade severing heads right and left. The battle to the throne room was fierce, and Emeg broke through the defenders with two crossbow bolts protruding from his bad arm, fired by a troll. The master, Ngokang, was a fire-breathing lizard brute: it was horrifying, especially without a shield, but Emeg survived the flames and closed in on the master in fierce swordplay. It was at some point during this battle that Emeg finally attained his dream, and mastered not swordsmanship, but tracking...
The demon was eventually defeated, each of its limbs severed, its bones fractured, and its head cast pooling foul ichor on the slade flagstones of the throne room. Emeg was surrounded by the charred remains of the undead, and the remains of his legions poured downward to slaughter the goblin survivors. Not knowing what else to do, Emeg staggered down into the dungeons and began to rescue children and invite them to be his hearthspeople. Probing deeper, he slapped goblins with his sword and followed them as they fled, uncovering stairways that spiralled ever deeper. His mind twisting, he would occasionally spit the goblins with his blade, and leave them to bleed as the children clobbered them with their fists. Coming across his own zombies, he was horrified as they tore his newfound companions limb-for-limb. Mortified by what he had become, he reanimated the children in vain, but their souls were lost. He vowed to forsake the world above, and pressed deeper into the tower. He passed through dungeons and arms-vaults and eventually came to a vast open tower where a spindly staircase descended into the sickly-glowing depths. As he neared an ever increasing heat, Emeg passed through numerous vaults filled with unnatural spiderwebs and the unrecognizable remains of goblins. Eventually, he came to a glowing purple portal. Intrigued, Emeg passed through and entered another series of labyrinthine hallways and eventually came to what he always knew awaited him: hell.
An iron brute faced him, his legions lay behind him. Its body was that of a gigantic tick made of iron, its head crested by two broad horns. He charged and it lunged at him, he was impaled, but after snipping off each limb chipped its head to ruin and crawled, bleeding, toward an approaching tick. His left arm and leg were missing. He stood no chance, and as the tick leaped above him it deftly batted him in the lower body with a leg, and the part exploded into gore. Yet still Emeg lived, as he was flung backwards toward a pit, until his body swung around and, his head scraped along the ground and he was decapitated. His body's momentum carried it over the lip of a yawning pit glowing with sickly purple light, and all traces of Emeg Orglebeamed were erased from the world. The glacial fortress of Lightingavalanches later erected a temple in his honor, and adventurers of all stripes sought artifacts of his fame to deposit at the shrine
*Edit* I kind of remember his equipment being fairly lackluster. A steel breastplate, tunic, leather boots, a leather right glove for his sword, trousers, a midnight-blue robe, cloak, and hood made of silk, a sparking metal long sword, a silver shortsword, a kind of useless wooden bow from an elf, silver and bronze arrows, a bronze buckler held in his sword hand, and a homemade amulet and crown made from a necromancer's bones. He also carried a book bearing the secrets of life and death in his backpack, some of his own works, and a nickel flute. Oh and several sets of skin, for rapid-deploy distraction zombies.