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« on: March 13, 2016, 05:33:01 pm »
I lost 2 of my three retainers in the first invasion of the dark fortress, but I slew many beak dogs and trolls, so emboldened I tried again. I invaded further this time, passing many trolls and others by as I sought the hare demon. I wandered upstairs, fighting off monsters and slaves, til i found the hatch. By this time, I fear my companions had all died, but I struggled on until a beak dog got lucky and broke my sword arm.
At that point, I fled, slamming enemies with my shield as I needed. Outside, the only one chasing me was an elvish slave. We beat each other, me with my shield and her with her hands, until I demanded that she yield.
I went to a nearby town and, thinking of retiring to my castle over the sea, began to work my way back, having picked up another companion for protection. The trip was eventful. First we were attacked by hyenas, one of whom broke my other arm, so I dove into the river and waited for my companion to finish them off. He did, in short order. Then it was dingos. Rinse and repeat. We wandered on past some camps, and were ambushed by two goblin gangs. The first one killed my companion while I sprinted away, the other left me mortally wounded. I ran as hard as I could, and was nearing exhaustion when they mysteriously gave up the chase.
From here, I found my way alone, and extremely vulnerable. I wandered into a meadhall to find it overrun with hostile goblins. One attacked me and, being crippled, I fled. I slept in abandoned houses and lay low as I wandered near a bandit camp I had raided many times in the past, until I returned to civilization. I greeted my liege in his meadhall, and made the hike north. I picked up a couple new retainers in a farmer's house where I spent the night. Hungry, drowsy, and out of food, I found my keep to be filled with loyal soldiers and a new poet.
I retired to live out the remainder of my days in peace.