| Even though you were a red-headed child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Pittsburgh was attacked by a horde of Vampire Moose. You got your knee handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Foobar just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Lord Icewinder, who had poisoned the town's gerbil population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC but then you wandered into a room totally full of gangsters, plus a carrion crawler, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless gypsies and hobgoblins -- even a roper! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Frost Wizard Grunwold, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Taintingham and claimed your reward.
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