Story time!
I've recently started a taming focused character, the ranger Troy, and had been attempting to use the passive dungeon gains with various woodland creatures (to little success) when a pair of loinclothed spartan warriors entered my favored hunting ground of Covetous. The pair included the self-proclaimed spartan king himself and one of his lackeys. At first it seemed we'd have a tenable peace, though I was in a poor position as my only pet after a vicious stoneharpy attack was my greywolf Sansa, when the soldier began to attack me as I was fighting a harpy! I attempted to call for Sansa to retreat while holding him off but she was far too lost in her battle against two harpies to notice and they tore her apart without my essential healing arts. Struck by the loss of my favored pet and still reeling from the wounds of, now both, spartan thugs, I sought to fall back and tend to my own wounds too late. A spartan spear pierced my back and the vultures feasted on what meager plunder I had thus far obtained...
Dejected at this terrible loss, my spirit stumbled out of the cave and into the care of a wandering healer who granted me new flesh. I knew that I could not let this crime go unpunished. I WOULD NOT LET IT GO UNPUNISHED! I ran back to my sanctuary nearby and resupplied with the basics I'd need... to build an army. Trawling through the woods I sought worthy allies amongst the brown bears, adequate warriors and far more durable than my preferred lupine companions. Along the way I had to battle Ettins, a rogue harpy, and orcs... but I mustered a squad of the mightiest bears in the region. Yet what manner of army would this be without subordinate officers? To fill the role I chose a noble great hart - whom I dubbed the Hartbroken, after the tragedy he was meant to avenge. My army now complete I returned to the entrance of Covetous to find, at my own great fortune, the foul king of Spartans himself, distracted by other conflicts he had gotten himself dragged into. I could not let this opportunity pass and the order was given suddenly. "CHAAAARGE!" I cried, and my legion spilled forth against the fiend. He appears to have been unprepared without his lackey (and admittedly a lot of his supplies as he had recently died) and victory was ours that day with nary a casualty.
The evil king defeated, we took our rightful spoils in his delicious fishsteaks and returned home briefly to store the gold we had earned on our march. Their service performed admirably, bears and stag were given a cabin on the outskirts of minoc to make their retirement and Troy's adventure had ended. She looked up to the sky, wondering if Sansa was watching her from above... "You have been avenged, Sansa." She thought, slipping a fishsteak from her backpack into her hand before popping it into her mouth. "Yrgh hagh *munch munch* bun avngh'd."