Tequil Isundopod Joricusic Lega aka Tequil Basicpractices the Dispersed Executioner of Parity was a badass human who was born in 92 and was given to killing everything everywhere with his mace.
Kima Warmthhot the Luxury of Gems was a female dragon who killed One Hundred fourteen luckless souls and was some kind of dragon tramp because she had a shitload of kids but had no idea who their daddy was.
Tequil received the quest to track down and end the dragons reign of terror so he began to assemble his crack team of sacrificial lambs warriors.
Once everyone was geared up, they made the two day journey to the brand of sizzling which was the dragons lair. As they made their way down the ramp the band of warriors failed to notice that Tequil had begun to sneak and was falling back to the rear of the pack.

Singlefierce, the first victim of the haunted taiga recorded by the expedition, former wagon-pulling yak cow, current champion of the undead hordes, scourge of Graniteplan and the One Thing pushing me under the earth finally fell.
To a sad, world-worn little coot whose only joy in life was his crossbow. He was lost in society, so he turned to understanding small game instead. He understood them well enough, he supposed. A little practice.
He made it to an outpost preparing for a siege. All arrivals were interviewed to assess their martial capability and poor old Alåth's familiarity with the kingdom standard light crossbow put him in charge of two fresh recruits. The guard captain did an awful lot of side-glancing on that announcement. Maybe the rookies were the type to learn from example.

I knocked went out in a blaze of glory. Literally.
The elves were no trouble. Recruits could kick their asses easily. My army was almost entirely elites in their respective weapons thanks to the undead weasel that wouldn't loving die. Best target practice. I was able to ignore the giant rhino forgotten beast because it seemed content to chase around a lost cat.
Not even goblins could stop them, and I was only in my third year. That one little husk of a weasel proved to be my downfall, for it filled me with a false sense of security.
First, the goblins attacked. Then, a forgotten beast appeared. Then, not a minute after, the undead came.