Looks like this is the end, friends.
Surrounded now by a dozen or so bandits, a breed of minotaurs. Every bit as big as the feral, labyrinth-dwellers, possessing some trickle of the same innate skill, wielding terrible weapons of war. Armored or not they're terrifying. Suppose I was hoping the Lord of the castle would point me towards a minotaur, but this is ridiculous.
Well... Let me have at the leader, and try not to die while I distract it. I'm going to take his axe and kill his friends with it anyway.
Ye, it went about as well as expected. Lost a good number of my companions, everybody left appears to be injured, and I myself took a ferocious beating from one of the hammerers. I killed the leader quickly and efficiently, taking his <+Massive Iron Axe+> up in the same hand as my shield, mostly because my other hand looks like a clump of gore hanging from my arm after what the hammerer did to me. No wonder I spent the next half hour slipping in and out of consciousness, along with the others. The guy that did it didnt run far, unlike a couple of his compatriots who ran off to beat up horses, and I killed him in three more hits with my new toy. This adventurer isnt done yet, but if they live to slay a dragon or two I'll make them their own little fortress to retire in, fully stocked with foolish little dorfs.
Onra Yorepraises the Mindful Rim of Alchemies. One notable kill for every year she's been alive, at 21.
And with those last two notable kills I get what I wanted: a dragon to kill.