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Well, just had a fairly successful character. Until I was ambushed by a metric ass-ton of goblins. My party and I take out 4/5 of the melee goblins while there about 4-5 archer goblins a bit farther away. I let my party mop up the last of the melee goblins while I made my way towards the archers. Disaster struck, and I was shot in the heart. I was close enough to the goblin that fired it, so I rip out the bolt from my heart and proceed to stab the goblin with the bolt in the chest twice, and then the head. Slowly bleeding out, I made my way to the next goblin. I didn't even fuck around with him. I just stabbed him in the face and started to make my way to the next two. Unfortunately, I bled out before I could stab any more fools.
Bale Redsplatters the Weight of Focus, you fought valiantly, and shall not be forgotten.
Hah, that reminds me of one of my adventurers. I was a human swordsman that had killed three dragons, two ettins, four assorted night creatures and a mountain titan, as well as about 40 kobolds, 30 goblins, and 20 human bandits. One night, me and my merry band was attacked by a siege's worth of goblins while sleeping in the wilderness. My swordsman was awoken by a bone-shattering lash to the leg. I then crawled around kneecapping goblins and smashing their heads in until I accidentally crawled in front of a few archers who opened fire. A lucky shot went through my eye and tore the brain, killing me instantly. My squad was quickly overwhelmed, the last one alive being the one-armed peasant that was the first guy I recruited (he was quite the badass- I had gotten a lot more than four night creature quests but he stole a bunch of those kills from me. Never doubt the power of a bronze carving knife).
I miss you, Kacnu Snarlingbuckled the Accidental Hazy Anger. You were the best.