| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Ecru Gutierrez, 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. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dropseat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Goldthwait, who had poisoned the town's parakeet population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of dire dwarves, plus a lich, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Wizard Krampus held court over his horde of underdeveloped tramps, and with uncountable swings of your morningstar (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible spaz and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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