| You always knew that the village of Cold Crick 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 "Jake".) One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Cowpat when you met the town squire. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Earl of Shuntington's quarter-witted roommate, who had been kidnapped by dark elves. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got lost in a necropolis -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet crossbow +1 in a flesh golem's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some lizardmen into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the skull. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your pike, and cut your way through the hordes of gypsies that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Fire Knight Wrathgiant, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandmother, but you killed the hoser anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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