| After your quiet hometown of Foobar was attacked by indigent native tribesmen and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a tavernkeep like your cousin wanted. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Hamlet when you met the town stableboy. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Earl of Delawhat's squat roommate, who had been kidnapped by hobgoblins. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it until you had to fend off half a dozen tramps with your bung trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear 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 lizardmen, you made your way to the lair of Devil Marquis Xxyrg and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul apricot slaad to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your 10' pole and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the elbow. At last, the treasure was yours!
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