I have started a fresh new human outsider. Teleported naked to a village square, as usual. Mission priorities - 1) get armor 2) get henchmen 3) get out!
I have entered what seemed a local tavern. Few friendly folks scattered around, an architect, a soapmaker, a lasher and a spearman which I promptly hired (adventure? Hic... let's go!). Then I noticed a serpent man in the corner. I decided to chat with him a bit:
"Hello ssssstranger, I am a woodworker of CCCCCCelebrated Nationsssss"
"A woodworker, really? Well, sir, you look like a snake to me. A vampiric snake, to be precise."
"Pessssstilent pessst! I am Smesp Assubodsa, and I will kill you all."
"Help, help, heeeeeellppppp!"
My hero did not wait for the monstrous woodworker to reach for his favorite woodworking tool, and darted to the door. The second later, the room turned into a mess. Startled villages still stared in disbelief ("Ol' Smesp a vampire? How could we know?"), while smesp drew his carving knife with an inhuman speed and slash-slash, the architect was suddenly on the floor, blood spraying from the stump of his leg, and a glassworker was bleeding from several cuts. Then the people came to their senses and jumped the vampire - bloody mess of waving knives, clubs and hammers, with blood splatters and sickly smell everywhere. All of a sudden, in a dreamy slow motion, an unknown child flew through the room, landing in the opposite corner.
My two fresh recruits reacted with unexpected cool professionalism. The lasher raised his silver whip/lightsaber and the spearman approached the fighters from an angle. Suddenly, a few more villagers fell to the uncanny vampire, the whip lashed into the opening, fracturing vampire's hand, and when the angry beast turned to punish his tormentor, the spearman ran him through with his flimsy looking copper spear. The vampire fell, and in this moment, his left hand opened - and dozens and dozens of sickly jewellery pieces made from human bodyparts clattered to the floor. Crowns from human teeth, rings from human hair, bracelets from nails. Having no backpack, he just carried them in his left hand all the time.
The fight, however, was far from over, since the beast still lived, and it took many blows, stabs, cuts and thumps to beat life out of its broken body. My hero was not paying attention, though, he was busy licking Smesp's blood from the dirty tavern floor. Power, immortality, glory, everlasting life, limitless possibilities - all that in a few drops of sickly red fluid.... But that was another story.