| You always knew that the village of Dropseat wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Twink".) Having heard many rumors about how Brazzleton was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding jocks (who had already looted and burned the villages of Flytrap, Mondale, and Bobcat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the leg of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet 10' pole +1 in a horse's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some orcs into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the neck. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to wax all the earwig in your hometown of Foobar. So you kept going, right into the tallow rending plant of the evil Troll Englebert. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your ear handed to you.
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