I started my current adventure (first where I've survived the first day) as a human inside of a major town. I managed to find a mediocre iron longsword, helm, and buckler right off the bat, so that was a good sign. My two dwarf companions and I have been starting to make a name for ourselves by killing bandits. I've been able to clear some of the bandit camps entirely on my own by sneaking up to the inhabitants and cutting their heads off... I also discovered that I have to use a quick slice to do it, as a precise (or sometimes normal) attack results in Urist McKillSteal launching a bolt into the target's brain first.
I've foregone trading entirely since I've found more iron equipment inside of bandit camps (including a masterwork iron longsword) and because I've happened across enough wildlife to keep me well-fed.
My first bit of actual excitement came when I had to sleep in a jungle at night: My companions and I were awoken by a hungry pack of approximately 12 Dingoes. I managed to dodge away until the ones attacking me formed a line, at which point I cut off their legs one by one. Leaving a trail of broken canines behind me, I assisted my marksdwarf by beheading the dingo that kept grabbing him. Assuming my macedwarf to be dead, I proceeded to cut the heads off of the downed dogs. Only when I finished did I notice that my other companion had not only returned, but was crying over his mortal wounds. Rushing over to him, I saw that the skin and muscle on his arm were bruised. He would continue to wail over how his horrible injuries had caused him to realize how fleeting life is for the remainder of his days.
Speaking of that, my second interesting encounter came when I discovered a lair while wandering through the woods; inside were what I now understand to be trolls. Fortunately, I was immediately thrown towards the exit while my companions began attacking the troll. Their brave, brave sacrifice enabled me to gain enough distance to get away from the horrors of that lair. I now have two Human companions who don't whine about bruises, but the trolls left me with more than bruises of my own: I cannot sleep inside of any town or hamlet. Scarred by the horror of seeing my companions mutilated to death, and feeling growing urges to make friends and help someone, I must now venture off into the wilderness and survive there until I can avenge my fallen comrades.
The Greater Steel guide me to glory, both in combat and in death.