| When you were growing up in the little town of Pitlick, you always wanted to be a mighty Paladin. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Sto Lat (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Lemon Crypt blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Sultan's lost Vietnamese pot-bellied pig, Checkers. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen kobolds with your ankle trapped in a succubus. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the githyanki showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tower, dispatching badgers left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Black Lord Baaaal. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your sword into his head. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil douchebag was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Brazzleton.
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