The clanking of weights, the bulging of biceps, and the odor of sweaty people lifting weights and bulging their biceps assaults your senses as you walk into The Brotherhood of the Smackdown. A very large man carrying a very large axe walks up to you, presumably to axe you some questions. “Greetings, adventurer,” he says. He sounds a little like an Austrian bodybuilder with a head cold, but that’s a little tricky to render in text. “My name is Gunther, the Lord of the Smackdown! Are you here to learn the mighty muscular ways of our guild?”