Just ertired a legendary fighter. I hadn't done all I wanted to, but I had done enough.
The ending was poetic, as a companion who grew to like me even though I accidentally killed someone, was murdered by goblins before I could save her, then I broke through some goblin armies in anger, found a hamlet, realised I had stumbled though some dark fortresses, and gone full circle, in a world cut in half by goblins and pits, with my initial campaigns against outlaws and goblins, my kills of infamous wild animals, my adventures in a joyous wilds, the second huge and third small civilisation I found, the inotaur, the megabeast, and the accidental murder in the dark catacombs where ethics grew foggy of Mushroomsquashed of my friend Anba Beachcombed the Immortal Companion, the megabeast, rocs, dragons, vampires, night creatures and ettins, and the final incredibly difficult fights against webbing, armoured megabeasts and hordes of goblins, it all came flashing back. A lovely difficulty curve and a lovely story: both my interesting, long lasting companions were worshippers of the bronze collossus people had been asking me to kill for months, and I gave the girl, an OK lasher, the statue formed of seal men for borrowing her whip to fight it. In a world shaped like a ring, with mountains and joyous wilds at the centre, and shrines, towns, fortresses, pits, and lairs scattered round the edges. It was beautiful. But all stories have to end, and I retired soon as I broke through the dark pits that had meant I could onlly go 1 torturous way round the world.