You always knew that the village of Dropseat 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 "Peter".)

You rode into the city of Febreezia, 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 Amber Puppy of Farnsworthington, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient sewer near the village of Bobcat, 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.

You were doing a killer job until you got lost in a strip mall -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet spear +1 in a cockatrice's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some desperados into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the face.

However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a farmhand in some crummy backwater like Cabbagetown or Sto Lat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Evil Barbarian Arc'klor, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.

Loot:halberd of chicken summoning
silver sack of doorknobs of invisibility
+3 flail of cowardly telepathy

Another!