That would be cool... Single-handedly making a huge fortress with your dwarven adventurer. All of his gear is made by him/her personally, and every single engraving is also made by him/her. The bridges, the traps...
Man, that'd be awesome, only having to worry about one person that you could directly control for a change. Good fun.
The vile forces of darkness have arrived!
A single figure, gleaming in the dimming light of day, steps out from the finely adorned entrance hallway. The dwarf is entirely clad in adamantium plate, and a spear of the same metal glimmers brightly, despite the enroaching darkness. The goblins - Dirty and suddenly insignificant, despite their numbers - slow their charge until they are doing nothing more than staring at the awesome sight before them.
The goblin king steps forward, bravely, his own iron equipment trivial before the sight of the one standing before him. He grimaces, his ugly face contorting in hatred, and cries for his army to attack.
The dwarf raises one first, halting the goblins before they even begin to move, and suddenly throws something - And the goblin king's head is struck, collapsing into a lump of gore. The panicing goblins flee without any hesitation, not willing to face the thing before them, the being that can't be anything less than a god.
After the goblins had left, the dwarf walks towards the corpse of the goblin king, removing his helmet and placing it under his arm. He grimaces down at the stinking cadavar, then suddenly smiles and bends over to reach inside of the collapsed face of the ruler.
"I dunnae why I bother with all this fancy armor," he mumbles to himself quietly, as he withdraws the small, fragile looking monarch butterfuly from the depths of the dripping skull, the small insect sitting calmly on his index finger. The dwarf smiles at the unharmed creature, holding it eye level. "S'almost a waste of time."