| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Flax Duncan, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 8 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Stubborn Mule, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of firewater. He told you about the great plague of cats that had beset the entire region of Cavill, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Baaaal was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dire dwarves. That indigo slaad picked the total worst time to eat your halberd. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for hobgoblins, you made your way to the lair of Horror Necromancer Frazool and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bugbear to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your shiv and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the solar plexus. At last, the treasure was yours!
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