| When you were growing up in the little town of Rusty Nail, you always wanted to be a mighty Ninja. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Limberford, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Cheddarwurst, and heard the local town crier talking about the ancient ruin that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Amber Idol of Diablolo that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. At first it was a real breeze, at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jocks. That lich picked the total worst time to eat your Greyhawk Army knife. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless desperados and dire dwarves -- even a sienna slaad! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Ice Warlock Morgar, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a gelatinous cube with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Kilmer and claimed your reward.
|