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[ivze]

Some titan: a huge ball of fire. Died after the first crossbow bolt I shot from distance to check it out =).

[Tiruin]

Elven Archer, legendary. Also, good at sneaking. That is what gave the local lords an idea to send her at a marsh titan who has killed 35 people!!

So she made her way across dune and hill, surviving the pesky bogeymen and the occasional kobold. Then she came upon the shring and saw the O perched upon one of the pillars, flying in random directions. She drew one of her singing arrows as a warning shot and let loose the fury of the Elves.

It lopped off the head of the creature, its body fell lifeless to the ground, crumpled and slain.

It was made of ash.

It had THIRTY FIVE KILLS. There were even dwarf corpses strewn about, with Steel Armor!

 

[Blizzlock]

Myself and my personal army of peasants move in to kill a fire titan, it explodes in one hit, into a ball of fire... I melted before I could put it out.

Thats both Climactic and Anti-Climactic at the same time...

[Magmodeus]

So my Dwarf went to go slay a dragon. I found it in a cave and began to fight it. Suddenly, I get a finger bit off and I see it right next to me. I grabbed it and threw it at the Dragon. It died. The end.

[Loud Whispers]

So my Dwarf went to go slay a dragon. I found it in a cave and began to fight it. Suddenly, I get a finger bit off and I see it right next to me. I grabbed it and threw it at the Dragon. It died. The end.

I'll kill yah with one finger.

[Hammerstar]

I was sent to kill a bronze colossus. I get a good hit in with my axe, and then it kicks me. It effectively punted me, sending me flying three screens away, where I smash into a cliff face and am blasted to pieces.

Actually, I'm not sure if that counts as anti-climatic or really awesome.

[Lagslayer]

I was sent to kill a bronze colossus. I get a good hit in with my axe, and then it kicks me. It effectively punted me, sending me flying three screens away, where I smash into a cliff face and am blasted to pieces.

Actually, I'm not sure if that counts as anti-climatic or really awesome.

Why not both? DF is capable of this.

[Pokon]

So my Dwarf went to go slay a dragon. I found it in a cave and began to fight it. Suddenly, I get a finger bit off and I see it right next to me. I grabbed it and threw it at the Dragon. It died. The end.

Find a elf, kill it, and take its nail filer. (Both genders carry one with them at all times.) Collect them all!

[Callista]

Well, if you're lucky enough to hit the brain or the spine, you can pretty much win any fight in an "anticlimactic" way. That's just how the combat system goes, I think. You can change the odds of winning; but you can never eliminate the chances of a lucky shot. Quite realistic, I think. Not like those games where you can guarantee invincibility in combat above a certain power differential. In DF, of course, you can guarantee you won't be killed just by sealing everybody up in the fort; but what's the fun in that?

[InoxFy]

I recall this early adventurer I had that had maybe 4 or 5 kills.

-You have discovered a lair-
"Hmm, I guess I'll check it out OHGOD Roc!"

I hit him once in the foot and he gave into pain. Then I just stabbed him in the head until he died.

[Pokon]

I recall this early adventurer I had that had maybe 4 or 5 kills.

-You have discovered a lair-
"Hmm, I guess I'll check it out OHGOD Roc!"

I hit him once in the foot and he gave into pain. Then I just stabbed him in the head until he died.

Its well known the most common way for some elder horror of the primal times is to give in to the pain of a minor flesh wound.

[MadocComadrin]

Lord: "Go slay WhatItsName the whatsit of whatever."
Me: goes to the lair and finds WhatItsName the whatsit of whatever's corpse.
Easiest Quest Ever.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

I was sent to kill a Herald of The Apocalypse (powerful mega I modded in). Those creatures have skin harder than candy. They are the ultimate soliders: skilled in every single combat skill you'd care to name, 3 times as big as a human, blindingly fast and able to disintregrate your entire body in one hit.

I approached this mission with trepidation, and I was shaking as I entered its shrine.

I shot it straight in the eye. It fell like a rock, leaving a nice big candy mace for me to pick up.

Without even a single scratch.

[Lord Dakoth]

I have written up a short story about my (not so) epic boss fight.

Urist Syrupshower the Bearded Venom lay sprawled across the pile of looted armor with his hand on his mace. He snored gently while his dreams took him to glorious banquet halls, where the mead flowed freely and warriors traded tales of bravery and conquest. His companions, two human crossbowmen, lay ten paces away, also sound asleep. The pile of battle-scarred armor and bags of treasure evidenced the group's success that morning when they ambushed a camp of bandits. Urist had slain many of them before the survivors fled. Two mounds near the top of a hill marked the final resting place of Urist's two other companions, who fought with valor but fell to many arrows.

The ogre covered ground rapidly and found the source of the blood-smell in no time. It picked through the pile of corpses, trying to find the one that was the most fresh. Then a new scent made its nose tingle. Live blood, and close! The ogre followed the scent, moving quietly despite its bulk.

Just on the other side of the hill, three figures lay sleeping. Dwarves and humans, by the smell of it. The ogre's skin prickled in anticipation as it slowly moved towards the prone figures. It picked up speed gradually, but then began running full tilt as the bloodlust took control of its mind.

Urist woke in alarm to a deafening roar. Stunned, he fumbled for his shield and mace. He feel the ground rumbling from the strides of some great beast. Closing his eyes and saying a brief prayer to any gods that happened to be listening, he scrambled to his feet. He hoped that he was facing the right direction.

A wet thump sounded in the gloom, and was followed by a confused grunt and a ground-shaking thud. Urist turned around to see an ogre corpse not five paces away. Dark, putrid blood poured from its temple. He looked to his right and saw one of the crossbowmen sitting up his bedroll, a discharged crossbow in his outstretched arm. He grinned at Urist sheepishly. The other crossbowman slept soundly. Grumbling to himself, Urist lowered his head and began rummaging through his pack, hoping that he brought a fresh change of trousers.

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True story. I had a dwarven maceman who led a team of two crossbowmen and two hammermen against a horde of bandits. There were a lot more than I had anticipated, but Urist got through without being hit once, and scored something like 19 kills for himself. The hammermen were killed by archers at the very beginning of the fight.

It was around dusk, so I decided to give Urist the rest of the night off (after piling half the armor in the camp into a heap - a very Dwarven bed.) Close to dawn, an ogre ambushed the party, and promptly took an arrow to the knee crossbow bolt to the brain. He died like 4 tiles away from Urist, who I imagine needed a fresh change afterwards.

Evidently, Urist didn't learn his lesson and was ambushed and killed while sleeping a few weeks later, by a Night Hag.

[keyreper]

one time i got a good adv. going and i found a bronze collosus, got my mace and started pounding it into a tree, after 5 straight minutes of pounding at the thing it dissapeared, i made my own ending for this one


----this bronze collusus has been removed so a tree can grow, thank you----

-_- stupid elfes