After many an immediately killed adventurer, including one that wiped out an entire bandit camp before walking up to the leader and promptly getting stabbed in the head, I got lucky.
I was tasked to kill a chieftess. When I got there, I found only her. She pretty much let me kill her. So I went back home and spread the news, they were very impressed with me and I gained a follower, I hadn't really talked to him much before so I was surprised that he would come while my friends all laughed and said that the adventuring life was not for them. I and my companion went off and raided another bandit camp, my companion did not survive. I continued on in this fashion for some time, getting progressively more followers who would usually end up dead while we slew many a bandit. I took to smashing skulls in with my shield after my sword inevitably got stuck in my target's gut, the crunching sound pleased me. The whole time I never got a single injury. We were on our way to another camp when we were ambushed! The vast majority of my party died and yet I once again escaped unscathed, following behind me while I made for the nearest hamlet were an uninjured ranger and a severely injured maceman. I recruited some more would be adventures who thought that death would not happen to them, it always happens to the other people they would think, heh, they were wrong. Two camps successfully raided and another goblin ambush later I still had the injured maceman with me, I had other followers but none who had been around as long as him, he had my respect if nothing else. I decided that it would be nice to have a better sword, I had still been using the one I'd begun my adventuring with, and so I went shopping. I exchanged my short sword for a long sword, or at least I thought I had, after I had handed my sword over the long sword disappeared and was nowhere to be seen. furious, I grabbed my short sword and walked out of the store and over to a nearby house to get some more followers, nobody would speak to me! Apparently I had stolen my sword. After killing nearly every bandit that had ever bothered the people of my nation they refused to talk to me because of the word of some swindling merchant! So I set off northwards to find some other nation that was not full of idiots. I lead my small band across the great golden plains of my former nation, walking briskly in the lead. When I reached the small town I had once called home I looked about me and realised that my party had snuck off at some point, even the old reliable maceman. When I approached the people I grew up with, the people I once called friends, they all refused to talk to me as well! So now I'm sitting next to the building I used to live in and am contemplating the difficult journey ahead of me and how I'll have no one to help keep the bogeymen away or take the brunt of a goblin ambush. I swear if I survive this I will come back someday and kill every one of these idiots.