Hello Ragnarock,
I am using vanilla DF. However, the world I am currently adventure in is meant to be used for fortress mode later on, meaning that I have set vampires and werecreatures to 0. While this is good for fortress mode, it does leave kind of a gap for adventurers (^_^;;
On the other hand, the world is in the Fourth Age of Myth, I think, in the year 321, so there still seems to be stuff to defeat around.
In other news, I am beginning to get a bad run of legs lately. First, I have an adventurer mauled by lions. Actually, I had figured that lions were too dangerous for my leather-equipped heroine. Instead, I went for a group of vultures nearby. Having finished one of the vultures and deciding I should haul the goods back to town to sell, one of the two lions shows up on the upper rim of the dried-up pool I finished the vulture in. Before I can react, the lion is upon me, and relatively quickly tears off one of my feet, ignoring the leather high boots, as I expected. I still manage to kill that lion and also its partner, which arrives just a few turns too late to save its buddy and then crawl back to town (using speed travel in between to avoid medical complications). In town, I start looking for crutches, but without any luck. Finally, I go down into the dungeons under the keep and find lots of nice gear there, but no crutch, until a hammerman and maceman show up and end my thieving career....
And now, I have just retired a promising adventurer. While the armorer in the town she was had a fancy for copper gauntlets (tons of copper gauntlets, but no other armor, not even a copper cap), the weapon smith featured some silver and iron weapons, including an -iron long sword-. Thus, I was trying to amass enough goods/money to purchase that shiny thing. Having sold some more fox skins and finding my funds still insufficient, I walked over to the rive in the heart of town. Huh? A green 'C' in the water? A salt water crocodile!?!? In a river in the middle of a town which is not a coast town? Well, remembering the last adventurer who met a similar reptile, I started running. Of course, the direction I head in has no inhabited houses, instead a temple with no one around. And the the crocodile is upon me. I fight, and I am able to stab its belly often enough to kill it. But not before it deals me serious nervous damage to my leg. I butcher its carcass, but then I decide to retire the adventurer, having learned my lesson about crutch-hunting.
Yours,
Deathworks