| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Amethyst Faulkner, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 11 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Cavill, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Cowpat, and heard the local "seamstress" talking about the ancient strip mall that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Thorngoat that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were doing really well up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a vending machine and a spiked pit, 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 groin. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless accountants and dire dwarves -- even a cockatrice! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Blood Troll Badfella, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a vending machine with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Hamonrye and claimed your reward.
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