| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Myrtle Dillard, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 5 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Phlegm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Evilthing, who had poisoned the town's dog population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC until you got attacked by more skeletons than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your neck intact! However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a blacksmith in some crummy backwater like Bobcat or Rusty Nail. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Death Devil Lord Baaaal, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
|