Someone glued a spike to your saddle. At bed time, your goose-down pillow explodes. The innkeeper says that the pillow was made from the feathers of very angry geese. People keep providing you with gifts of horses, and maps out of town. Arrows keep appearing in the dirt at your feet.
Local villagers shake their head, and claim that they are fast-growing weeds.
The villagers hire a band of trolls to rid their town of adventurers. Power word, fart. Polymorph any Omelet . Your elven fighter has had sex within the last six years - and you haven't. You decide to play a zombie, just so you and your character can have the same skin color.