Adventure mode seems to dislike wandering hero-adventurers. It seems to have
harassing these subjects. It ranges from bleeding to death after taking an arrow out of your knee, to a hundred thousand zombies, against your 300 followers.
Basically just post what kind of horrible things has happened to your travelling, beast slaying hero.
Sorry it's more of a story than a description of how adventure mode was mean to me :/
Yesterday I made a female swordsdwarf, killed some bandits, strangled a raven, usual stuff. Well, I managed to get some followers, which I thought was going to be a good thing. Boy was I wrong. First I almost starved to death, I went like 2 days without food, because my starting town lacked shops, and due to my followers, I couldn't sneak up on the very limited amounts of wildlife there was. I trekked all the way to the capital, just to buy some food. Think of it like Harold and Kumar Go To The White Castle, just longer. After my companions and I ate, we set of for what was to become our last quest in the Land of Enchantment. We asked a local hunter if we could be of service, and he directed us to a local bandit camp. Simple, kill the elf leader, come back and be famous. We set off on our expedition to kill the elf leader, and after a day or so, we made it. First there was a human lasher and an elf bowman there to cripple my support. We fought hard, and I lost all my companions except for my axemen and my crossbow man, when we originally were a party of 4. My axeman was severely hurt, while my bowman was mostly alright. After we slew the two hostiles, we searched a bit for the leader. And then, out came, "Prepare to die!" And it started. One quick blow to the axeman took him out, but that's alright, I was almost a legendary, if not a legendary, swordsdwarf. Most of the arrows were either blocked or missed, or they hit in a poor spot, like 3rd finger, left hand. Or second toe right foot. I hacked away at this elf, but he was fast. Faster than anything I'd ever had to deal with. In one quick movement I lost my whole right arm. Shortly after I was stabbed in the upperbody, very close to my lungs- perhaps too close. I had lost hold of my shield, so I was really trying to cripple the elf before I could get any more wounded. It was no use, I lost my right arm. In a small amount of time I had become very pale, and the only thing in sight was a blood-flooded landscape, and a horrible, horrible creature. That was it, his blade came down, right through my head, chopping and mutilating my brain. And that was it, all of the time spent training, all of the good times with my compainions, everything, gone.
Oh yeah, not sound sound too much like an ass, but if you're going to say, "Why not just post in the story section?" This could be more of a middle betweeen stories and general adventure mode combat discussion.