| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Chartreuse Ball, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 8 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Eggshire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Cowpat, and heard the local milkmaid talking about the ancient strip mall that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Gold Idol of Unpleasantor 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. You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a lava pool, got attacked by tramps, and got your giblets bitten off by a bugbear. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your dagger and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dragon Lord Grunwold's army of underdeveloped gnolls. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil smartass into his own spiked pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Winklesbury.
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