| You always knew that the village of Whacking wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Brendan".) You rode into the city of Llewllamarall, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Sapphire Raven of Wibbleford, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient sewer near the village of Pittsburgh, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. There was no drama in the LBC until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet halberd +1 in a shoggoth's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some goblins into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the leg. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your scythe, and cut your way through the hordes of jerks that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Evil Sorcerer Goldthwait, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost second cousin, but you killed the dweeb anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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