Well, one time I had this horde of peasants, since all the fortresses were abandoned, I went and headed off to attack whatever I felt like. (I did a lot of quests, so I had like 20 peasants with me) I had to kill a dragon. I was like "ok, dragon, lets kill it." So I entered the cave and made my way to the dragon. After an uneventful fight, in it's dieing breaths it shot out fire, spewing it across the walls and floor of its cave. Most peasants dodged it, and those that lit up ran off screaming to go die somewhere. We killed the dragon a few seconds later, and started to escape.
Well, it turns out that along with peasants, all the masterwork crutches it kept in its cave were highly flammable as well.
the horror....
the horror...
I escaped with a partially melted face, one of the most unscathed. As you probably know, melting makes things bleed, not only was my face spurting blood, but every single peasant was either running around spewing their intestines into the woods, or dead on the ground, seeping blood into the grass. I waited an hour (you know, with Z) and went back into the cave to add to my collection of coins. the moment I stepped in, I began to melt again. by this time half of my peasants had died, and I only realized now, the dragon knew it was going to die when it used the fire. It held back from using fire, because it didn't want to clean up the mess. The corpses littered the place, and blood spattered all of the walls and floor. ALL of the walls and floor. I ran out again, this time my leg was melting. another peasant died, and I waited 8 hours this time. When I went back in, I took the coins, and then sprinted out of that gore covered forest. there were also assorted limbs lying around the cave.
Only dragons know how to kill that well, or rocs, they kill that well too. (but without the fire)
On a side note, one time I was cutting biting off all of the fingers of everyone in a town, because I could.