| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Ov'reezy, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a sexy, bright-eyed blacksmith. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Buttole, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of firewater. He told you about the great plague of eels that had beset the entire region of Kilmer, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard Diabolicus was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to fend off half a dozen hobos with your arse trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the rakshasa showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for gunslingers, you made your way to the lair of Terror Troll Diablolo and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul beholder to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your battleaxe and knocked the villain screaming into a crocodile's mouth with a well-placed kick to the lower back. At last, the treasure was yours!
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