Just finished my second Dwarven adventurer of my Dorf only world.
After initially almost being killed by two rabbits (started out as a peasant) I forged a succesful career as a swordsman. Killed many, many,
many grooms/cohorts/wives of night creatures, about a bazillion bogeymen and a ten-twenty or so bandits. Had three trolls attack me in the wilds, but they fell quickly to my steel short sword. Became well known enough to tackle some megabeasties, and was tasked with killing two dragons, the first of which I KO'd then stabbed in the eyes before killing it. Second one pretty chopped and cooked my mechanic friend, whom I only brought along to avoid having to face bogeymen. I dispatched him quickly, then returned to be tasked with killing a Marsh Titan. A feathered snail, beware its web! Okay... Bonked that on the head to kill it.
My final task was to kill a Roc, I romped in, stole its egg and it retaliated by biting off my sword (left) hand. I dodged many of its attacks, leaving some lovely trails of blood behind, threw my steel shield at it, which didn't do anything, then picked up my sword from my severed hand. stabbed it in the body, apparently piercing the liver, and then it flew off. I was annoyed with it so stayed next to its nest for a little while, before setting off in search of it. Found it once more, and this time it bit off my right hand! The bastard. I ran about pondering over what to do, discovering some silver bolts in its hoard, throwing one (with what, I don't know) and piercing its gut, and it ran off again.
Wanting to end my career on a good note, while considering continuing it as a bolt thrower, I rested at its nest and was attacked by bogeymen

"oh noes!" I thought, given that I didn't have much in the way of attacks. It didn't matter, I disaptched them quickly kicking their heads in, much to my delight. I rested until morning, and continued my search for the elusive Roc. It returned, while I was throwing silver bolts at it while it closed. I was dodging like crazy, throwing and kicking it in the hopes of doing some damage. It bit off my left lower arm, right lower arm and tore off my left leg entirely. I decided, given my inability to stand and to hold a crutch that I might be better served conceding my defeat, so I crawled off and retired in a nearby town.
My career ended with 91 notable kills and one hundred and twenty-six other kills, including a well-rounded 80 bogeymen. Not my best adventurer, but certainly the only one left alive.
Edit: The name: Monom Mineburned, the Eerie Hurricane of Martyring.