After the entire village of Morpork was murdered, including your mom and cousin, you vowed to get your revenge. You became a mighty Fighter, albeit one who was easily distracted by sidequests.

At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Foobar, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of honey wine. He told you about the great plague of kittens that had beset the entire region of Yarbleshire, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Blackfist was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up.

You weren't having any problems up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a swinging razor-sharp pendulum and a beartrap, with a carrion crawler bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your face.

But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dragon Knight Arc'klor held court over his horde of bright-eyed indigent native tribesmen, and with uncountable swings of your flail (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible yokel and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).

Loot:ceramic nunchuks of ale
throat-hat of limitless contempt
lower gastrointestinal tractpad of cantankerous fireballs

Another!