| You grew up the son of a blacksmith, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never hyperventilate again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Coney Island in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Pinochle you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Earl of Lurkmoor's cunning stepchild had been kidnapped by gnolls, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. It was pretty easy, until you dropped your handaxe in a awkward conversation and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the bullywugs showed up. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Devil Warlock Xxyrg held court over his horde of serpent-tongued indigent native tribesmen, and with uncountable swings of your shiv (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible git and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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