| You grew up the son of a stableboy, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never punch sacks of potatoes again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Sudoku just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Diabolico, who had poisoned the town's sugar glider population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was going great until you got lost in a necropolis -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) +1 in a mind flayer's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some gypsies into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the ear. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spoon and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Devil Wizard Goldthwait's army of thin gunslingers. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil creep into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Cavill.
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