I congratulate you Haspen, you have successfully interested me enough to make an account so I could tell you my wonderful tale. I have an adventurer named Niloth Kincrypts, who nobly started out as a Proficient Axeman with Superior Strength. I spawned in what appear to be a society where humans and goblins peacefully coexist (although the goblins seem to do all the dirty jobs), and, opon talking to the king, I was sent to kill a local commander. So I borrowed 25 lbs of fine iron plate from the blacksmith, rounded up 2 men, a human maceman and a goblin hammerman, and set off. It was a pretty long, uneventful trip, and the commander was pretty easy, but I ended up with a gaping spear-hole in my hand and mortal wounds for both my companions. I tried to rest, but I kept getting interrupted by Dingos, bandits, and bogeyman; so I was forced to cut my way back across the continent. In the process I tore up my arm, spine, leg and impaired my ability to grip, but it was all worth it, for somehow in the countless killings I had gotten a title and it was the most kickass one ever: Niloth Kincrypts the Short Breath. That's right, not only do I bury my own relatives, but apparently I also kill my enemies before they even have the chance to breath. Eventually I made it home as a Master Axeman with Superhuman Strength, Endurance, and Toughness, recruited 4 new recruits, and am currently on my way to kill a vampire with 127 kills.