| You grew up the son of a stableboy, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never spin again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As you wandered the back alleys of Madlib (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned convenience store. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Silver Black blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Sultan's lost Vietnamese pot-bellied pig, Mr. Snugglesworth. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was going great up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a beartrap and a sphere of annihilation, with a rakshasa bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your solar plexus. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for hobgoblins, you made your way to the lair of Death Lawyer Shriekalbatross and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul githyanki to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your 10' pole and knocked the villain screaming into a vending machine with a well-placed kick to the throat. At last, the treasure was yours!
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