|When you were growing up in the little town of Klatch, you always wanted to be a mighty Sorcerer. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites.|
Having heard many rumors about how X'tn'ch'roth was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding kobolds (who had already looted and burned the villages of Sto Lat, Sto Lat, and Hamlet), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the skull of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test.
You were doing really well until you got attacked by more gnolls than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your leg intact!
However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with indigent native tribesmen, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Lord Diablolo, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your shillelagh, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).