First actual adventurer who didn't get struck down by bogeymen or divine intervention was pretty awesome. Olon Lifetools the Tail of Brushing was magnificent. I put most of my points into Sword and a couple into reading, dodging and swimming. I finally found my way of out the dwarven fortress where I'd given up on three other adventurers out of frustration. And found out what the "Dark Pit" site's were. In between the canyons were little wooden towers filled with civilian goblins. Being a good dwarf, I stealth-killed all of them. I repeated the process with 5-6 of the towers before getting bored of the endless one hit kills of civilians. I eventually decided to go look for one of these demon slab things which are supposed to be underneath goblin fortresses. I think I eventually made it to ne of the goblin crafting areas. It was pretty pitiful. There were a few goblin skeletons and a couple coffins and bone crafts scattered everywhere. There were also a few pits leading downwards. And a goblin child, probably mourning. For once, I showed mercy. I tried to knock him out via boot to the head, but eventually just gave up and cut off fingers until he passed out. He was still alive though. I climbed down the pits and ended up in the caverns. I decided to go in the direction the goblin fortress was until I accidentally released my hold on a wall and fell into a cavern lake and drowned.
Thus died Olon Lifetools the Tail of Brushing with the lives of 125 helpless goblins and also a platypus to her name. May her mildly genocidal soul be judged fairly.
EDIT: During all this, she never stopped crying. Never. Beware those with tears in their eyes, for they have compassion for you. And so they will kill you, not with anger, not with bloodlust, not with cold detachment, but with regret. Just another sin taken upon themselves so that others do not have to commit them.