Been having some exciting adventurers as a tigerwoman outsider. Immediately dropped in the midst of dwarves, who lived in a mountain range surrounded by evil hills. After some spearinating of various things and leading a pair of bandit camps against one another (as they're friendly to outsiders) I headed south for less-evil lands. I found a series of goblin towers and human towns. The goblins inhabit most of the fortresses, and I've been recruiting them. They're friendly with the humans, and so provide good companions. The first group died horribly, leading me to team up with some human village militiamen to slaughter a vampire (I forgot to collect or drink her blood).
The humans soon died at the hands of a pair of ettins. So I recruited more goblins! together, we slaughtered the ettins in a very long, drawn-out battle that only ended when they bled to death. During this I learned one of my new buddies is a werewolf. He kicked ass, including that of a minotaur who killed one goblin and crippled him and another goblin. Wolfy was naked until his death at the hands of a "silver demon," which was a monstrous feathered gecko twisted into humanoid form, the feathers being silvery in color. She ripped off my adventurer's weapon arm and snapped a leg, and I barely crawled away with my life. The werewolf died, but the remaining swordsgoblin slew her and I took her goo and corpse as trophies. My leg healed, but the arm is of course still gone. I must now find a werewolf or other beast to infect myself with to regain the use of that arm.
We escaped the cave and continued the trek south. Immediately afterwards, we're "ambushed" by a pair of goblin scouts from the civ. I told them of our conquests and invited them along for the ride. Currently resting in a human town nearby.