My elven swordswoman descended into the depths of a town dungeon. At first, it was rather routine.. She slaughtered all the humans and goblins that attacked her, moving down... Eventually, she came to a series of doorless rooms.
The first room contained a Lasher, a Speargoblin, and a Bowgoblin. I 'shot' the first two in the legs with thrown iron arrows, dodged the archer's attacks, and then got a lucky 'scratch' in on his head. Shattering his skull, and tearing his brain with my fingers. I dispatched the two, then moved to the hallway leading into the next room, a rather long narrow room filled with goblins.. It contained two swordsmen, one pikeman, one pikemaster, one overlord with an axe, one hammerman, one axeman, one maceman, one bowman, and TWO elite bowmen. The first volley that hit me (From the end of the very long narrow room) stuck an arrow in my lungs, and two in my arm. No big deal. I threw bolts at the pikeman and the swordsmen, causing them to pass out from pain. Cut off the hammerman's leg. Next volley of arrows, I dodged, as well as the attacks from the rest. I felt rather good at that point, killed the pikemaster with an arrow to the head, slashed the maceman's hands off, dodged attacks from the overlord, and even got in a lucky counter. By then, I felt pretty tough. The next volley mostly missed, with an arrow getting caught in my eye. Ow, but bearable.
I swung at the overlord a few times, but he managed to dodge, so I caught him by the throat, strangled him until he passed out, and decapitated him with my sword. Next volley of attacks flew, and I managed to dodge. By now, I headed towards the archers, dodging another volley as I moved. Once I got close enough, I threw a total of five arrows, killing one of the elites, causing the other two archers to pass out from pain, and the second elite to drop his weapon. I let out a short victory cheer, then moved to finish off the fighters before they could recover. One set of headshots later, I moved back towards the archers... And realized what a stupid mistake I made. The 'harmless' archer that supposedly was passed out managed to wake up, and shoot me directly in the upper spine. Down I went, falling down, utterly paralyzed and reduced to a whopping 428 speed. I crawled over to those two archers and headbutted them to death, via 'Giant Sponge' tactics, then sat down to rest, thinking I /might/ have only taken minor damage.
This was the second freaking mistake. I forgot that in a dungeon, sleeping would cause it to unload and reload, respawning it's contents. When I woke up, there I was, still paralyzed from the neck down... Surrounded by a fresh wave of goblins, including elites.
But this is dwarf fortress. I did not give up. I freaking found a way to spit those arrows at the goblins, and watched them fall. I kept 'throwing' arrows at the archers until they couldn't breath, then caused the rest of the goblins in the room to pass out from pain. Then headbutted them, ala-giant sponge mode... By then, my body was filled with arrows, lash wounds, pike stabs, and I even had a silver spear sticking out of my heart. Arrows in my lungs, all through my spine, and I still had one sticking out of my eye. I managed to kill all those goblins, though. Then I crawled out of the room, got ambushed by the next batch that respawned, and managed to kill them, taking more losses.
Then I moved to a set of human bandits, and did the same. But this time, in the process of pushing one archer to death, one of the more injured crossbowmen managed to get a single round of lucidity, waking up... Silver bolt to the brain, and I /finally/ died.
The most ironic part? As a Necromancer, I could have raised a huge army from the corpses all around. Even the ancient skeletons from before. But I don't know how to reanimate, so I had no choice but to 'sponge' enemies to death pathetically.
Shortly after my death, the archer I was sponging to death suffocated. I guess he choked on his victory.
Time for a new game, and to try to live up and beyond this adventurer's journey.