Not as badass as some of the things here, but it was a milestone.
So I was running as a human hero axeman, and I'd made a name for myself killing a vampire and a family of night trolls. So a peasant sent me to the capital, which was a fortress for some reason, for a quest from the Lady there (a first for me.) She told me to go south, and slay a dwarf "Commander" who was making trouble in the area. So I went around to the villages and put together a posse of about 9 guys, mostly swordsmen. All was going well, until the first night off of the road.
The ambush was swift and brutal, two goblin axe squads, with at least two archers. An arrow hit me hard in the gut right from the get-go, lodging firmly in the would and ruining my lower spine. My companions fought hard all around me, but we were completely surrounded and outnumbered nearly three to one. One by one they fell, the battle slowly being pushed in my direction as they tightened the circle, or were broken off, surrounded and killed.
That was when I noticed my target, the sly bastard was in command of these goblins. He was hugely muscular with black hair and as tremendous and ridiculous a beard as any dwarf I've ever seen. He even had a few pieces of steel armor, but the clincher was his +<<-Silver War Hammer>>+. He came up to me, and gave a little speech. At this point I only had one other companion, a female spearman who'd been with me from the very beginning. She was up and fighting until a flying iron arrow got stuck in her in the leg and she collapsed. A goblin beheaded her shortly afterward, which honestly made me a little sad. Two ticks later, the commander was on me, and with one swing to the head...
*You have been struck down*
It has definitely rekindled my interest in adventure mode, to say the least.