Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Heliotrope Dorsey, 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.

You rode into the city of Coney Island, 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 Silver Bear of Burblegroat, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient tower near the village of Madlib, 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.

Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more tramps than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your head intact!

But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your club, and cut your way through the hordes of kobolds that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Death Witchlord Goldthwait, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandfather, but you killed the tard anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!

Loot:sack of doorknobs of bewildering mediocrity
solar plexuspad of hateful polyamory
bag of clairvoyance

Another!