You always knew that the village of Malph 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 "Ollie".)

As you wandered the back alleys of Dropseat (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned owlry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Lavender Blood blade. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Sultan's lost parakeet, Mrs. Cuddleface. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help.

You were doing really well but then you wandered into a room totally full of ents, plus a carrion crawler, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though.

But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your halberd, and cut your way through the hordes of skeletons that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Dragon Devil Lord Evilthing, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost homie, but you killed the bastard anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!

Loot:heavy sack of doorknobs of skeleton slaying
contemptful pouch of mediocrity
endless flagon of goblin lager

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