| When you were growing up in the little town of Stubborn Mule, you always wanted to be a mighty Ranger. 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 Blurstishire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Pittsburgh, and heard the local village idiot talking about the ancient sewer that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Topaz Idol of Firelittle 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 had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those skeletons. That hellhound picked the total worst time to eat your nunchuks. 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 badgers, you made your way to the lair of Frost Sorcerer Xxyrg and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mimic to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your battleaxe and knocked the villain screaming into a meat grinder with a well-placed kick to the neck. At last, the treasure was yours!
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