| After the entire village of Dumpington was murdered, including your mother and grandpa, you vowed to get your revenge. You became a mighty Fighter, albeit one who was easily distracted by sidequests. In the fiefdom of Waxtoff, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Hamlet, you found an inn with cheap stout and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great clusterbugger. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish mine crafting puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were depressed as an underfed mongoose. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your bastard sword and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Terror Lawyer Grognard's army of homely lizardmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil assjacket into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Flanders.
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