| After your quiet hometown of Malph was attacked by hobos and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a serf like your bro' wanted. In the fiefdom of Shaffly-on-Surrey, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Pittsburgh, you found an inn with cheap root beer and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great upheaval. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It was pretty easy, but then you wandered into a room totally full of bullywugs, plus a bugbear, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with jocks, you finally came upon the lair of the Death Devil Lord Hasslehoff, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your 10' pole, 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).
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