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[Spy227X]

My Bronze Colossus owned some Bogeymen

[Shalderave]

Make sure you've got [CAN_LEARN] inserted into the bronze colossus area of creature_standard.txt or your adventurer will stay stagnant.

[Larix]

My naked dwarf has performed enough deeds to deserve an honourable retirement. The roleplaying conceit was that she had gone stark raving mad but eventually recovered enough to start eating and drinking again. When she came back to her senses, she was only wearing a dwarf leather thong. On her head. She decided that her madness must have been due to her poor choice in headwear and therefore she must never wear clothing again to prevent further mishaps.

I mercilessly grinded her up for a few days - two or three days of ambushing, one of knapping and hurling rocks[1], one or two of wrestling weasels. I save-scummed her immediately after that, because when trying to wrestle something else than weasels, the first move broke her back ('threw' a mountain goat on top of herself) and i wasn't going to play her paraplegic on top of naked.
[1] never threw anything at an opponent; the throwing was just to get rid of all the rocks i sharpened to get a few masterwork ones. I wanted to see if masterfully sharp rocks are useful misc. weapons. They aren't.

She wrestled/kicked/bit about 200 creatures to death, up to and including night trolls. When she had used up most smaller opponents, she switched to double choppaz - copper meat cleavers from night troll lairs. Those accounted for another about 150 creatures, including two rocs and finally two dragons. She never ate self-made food, only stuff snatched from towns/villages or scavenged from monster lairs, but still chopped up corpses, getting to competent butcher skill. She also avoided most loot (not needing clothing or better weapons), only taking gold coins and only from foes she herself slew. The highlights were three *gold coins* - i think that only happens in adventure mode: elite bandits get gear with quality levels, and that includes the coins they carry. Completely unrelated: ambushing is currently very overpowered; you can stand right next to a dragon and hack it up, and it won't react. I even managed to hack apart a mummy that for some reason was loitering around a roc nest (??) without getting cursed.

Of course she retired in the town which inexplicably has access to plump helmets.

And i ended up travelling through an area with multiple abandoned villages - two clusters of four or five dead villages each. I think they had a bad case of elves or something.

[Flanderbland]

Just trekked over half the continent since no-one wanted to give me any quests, but rather just kept directing me to a certain hot-shot lord who, apparently, doesn't seem to want to be all that close to his subjects.

Took a good while (~10-15 days) since I stopped to clean out every dungeon and bandit camp I passed, but now I'm finally here!

... and it seems he wants me to kill a dragon. On the other side of the continent. Where I just came from.

I'm actually not that concerned about the dragon (I'm guessing I should be though?) but rather surviving the trip there... I've had some bad luck when it comes to traveling (especially sleeping outdoors, nightly ambushes has killed 3 of my last 5 adventurers), but I guess I'll set off, hoping for the best.

If I do survive this, I do sincerely hope that I don't have to return to the guy to turn it in...

[Shalderave]

Nope, just tell some human sap about your slaying of the dragon and the Hivemind will inform the lord of your success.

[Spectrelight]

I decided to give adventuring in Genesis a try and rolled up a Nord Swordsman. After leaving the starting hamlet, I went to a nearby fortress, Waspsilk, to recruit some meat shields companions. About a dozen books were scattered in the courtyard and at the tops of towers. In the central keep I met a "deity", Linna Goalmatches the General of Mastering, who appeared to be an eyeless shrew twisted into humanoid form, with short lemon hair and noxious secretions.

The books were all written by Linna, and most were about the surrounding area, particularly the hamlet Meshlosh. However, one of the books, "Lust for the Beginning Practicioner", was about the eyeless brute "Iwe Controlledthorn the Snot of Climaxes". Another, "The Sun Sets on the Kensari", was the biography of a Kensari named Ngugdu Lockedboars. The last book I found, "The Future of the Hamlet", described the killing of Ngugdu Lockedboars by Iwe Controlledthorn in Meshlosh, neatly tying the whole series together.

[Shalderave]

Dwarf Fortress everybody, this shit is all randomly generated too.

[Freshmaniscoolman]

I return back to the wilderness and get ambushed by wolves, I kill every single one of them and take a skull from one of them, the next enemy is an Ibex, which I also took the skull of, I will be the collector of skulls from now on.

[Loam]

A mummy animated the cheetah skin I was carrying in my backpack.

[Spectrelight]

I had killed three vampires and drank their blood, but nothing happened. Maybe I was immune. It seemed I'd have to learn the secrets of life and death the hard way.

I approached the brimstone tower Perplexbottled. Dropped everything but my sword, shield and armor. I crept up to the door, set fires in front of most of it, then cracked it open and said hello.

Immediately, a hoard of zombies chased after me, followed by an overly dramatic necromancer. I ran, but they were close behind. Diving into some stagnant pools allowed me to put some distance between me and them, turns out I'm a much better swimmer than a rotting corpse. Having muscles probably helps.

I circled around, losing the zombies, and snuck back into the tower. There were still plenty of corpses standing about. Slowly and silently, I made my way past them and up the stairs. I had to kill one of them to get past; fortunately, he didn't seem to notice me hacking him apart.

Coming into a large room, this one also full of zombies, I noticed piles of books. Dozens of them. I guess when you spend centuries with only a bunch of silent corpses for company, you tend to write a lot.

From a distance, I looked through the titles, looking for something promising. Death for Everyone, Better Annihilation, Storage in the Time of My Ancestors...and one that caught my eye: The Secret of Death. Well, that was the important half. Hopefully it wasn't just another book about an essay about an autobiography by one of the necromancers.

I made my way to the book, hoping that the zombies wouldn't notice me before I tasted victory...there! I had it in my hands, and read it like my life depended on it, because it did. The power of necromancy was mine!

[evictedSaint]

As a dwarf, I was lucky enough to start with a steel sword.

Later, I was hunting an elk but it was too fast for me.  I got frustrated and threw my steel sword at it and it got lodged in the elk's lower body.

Then the elk ran away.

Motherf*cking elk stole my god damn steel sword.

[Flanderbland]

Finally made it close to the dragon that I'd been tasked to kill, trekking for ages to get there (seriously, took me like ~4hrs playtime, but that includes clearing dungeons and camps on the way).

Having a good-sized crew and feeling confident, I decided to stop and rest for the night just a short walk away from the lair.

Aaand of course I get ambushed by ~30 goblins. Ambushed while sleeping has been the death cause of most of my adventurers, so I wasn't feeling too optimistic by this point.

Sure enough, my 12 companions are dispatched pretty quickly, leaving me alone against the remaining goblins (who still numbered about 20, well-armored ones to top it all off). Thought I was a goner for sure, since no matter how well I dodge, block and counterstrike, a stray arrow always seem to get my adventurers in the back at some point, causing them to stumble just enough to loose in the end.
This time, however, proved to be the exception. I chopped off limbs right and left, leaving goblins to bleed out in my wake while I moved on.

After a while all goblins were dead, and I hadn't received a scratch!

Contemplated moving back and re-recruiting at this point, to be ready to face the dragon, but since the nearest settlement of any kind was like 3 days back, and my chances against bogeymen seemed slim, I decided to press on, thinking I'd surely die against the dragon, but that it was at least preferred to dying to childish nightmares.

I approached the lair, found the dragon, and... found out dragons are total pushovers. He didn't hit me once, and though he could take a beating, he didn't even try dodging.

So, now I just have to figure out how to get back without dying in the night... guess I'll have to test my skills against bogeys after all.

I mean, I killed a frikkin' dragon, how tough can they be?

Edit: Ha! Turns out that they, too, are total pushovers! Put up a better fight than the dragon though, one actually hit me (though couldn't penetrate my armor).

Question: Since bogeys don't use weapons, does that mean that if you have good enough armor (i.e. full iron), you're pretty much "safe" from them? Or they can still get off the occasional lucky hit?

[Nedinu]

Made a new Axedwarf in Masterworks. After a day of traveling, I finally made it to an automation camp. Found a few wandering Kobolds on the way and recruited them. Fought a pack of raptors on the way too. Anyways, I get to the camp, and there's a f$#*ing army of automation sharpshooters and an elven rifledancer. I've saved and kept reloading after I die, and I just can't win this one. To be more specific, there's around eight sharpshooters, from what I've been able to see before I get killed. My best run so far is when I batted the bullets out of the air, bobbed and weaved through the trees, and use the overhead whirl attack to cleave the torsos of two sharpshooters and the elf before getting shot by a wall of bullets.

[The Scout]

In response to the bogeymen, you can get ones with horns. They don't care if you have armor, they will impale you.

[Nedinu]

Okay, automation camp, round two. About to go back in with three drow shielddancers. Hopefully with their steel armor and shield skills, they can actually be of use against riflemen unlike those dang kobolds and their nakedness.

Editted to add: .... I give up. I'm going to bed.