After the entire village of Dropseat was murdered, including your wife and grandpa, you vowed to get your revenge. You became a mighty Fighter, albeit one who was easily distracted by sidequests.

You headed off into the wild wilderness of Nickelodeon in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Keaton you heard a town crier shouting about how the the barman's simple grandfather had been kidnapped by badgers, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest.

You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those accountants. That horse picked the total worst time to eat your halberd.

But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to hose down all the dog in your hometown of Mudhole. So you kept going, right into the comic shop of the evil Troll Arc'klor. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your throat handed to you.

Loot:extra-sharp spoon of polyamory
endless flagon of indigent native tribesman barley wine
intense backpack of mediocrity

Another!