| When you were growing up in the little town of Pittsburgh, you always wanted to be a mighty Fireman. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of New Brunswick, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Mondale, and heard the local blacksmith talking about the ancient sewer that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Amber Idol of Venomstar 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 a far-out job until you had to fend off half a dozen gnolls with your skull trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bulette showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Grim Necromancer Dave held court over his horde of simple indigent native tribesmen, and with uncountable swings of your staff (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twat and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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