| When you were growing up in the little town of Ironforge, you always wanted to be a mighty Ranger. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Klatch, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of zima. He told you about the great plague of badgers that had beset the entire region of Crunkleford, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard Talonforbidden was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a antlion pit and a vending machine, with a lich bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your knee. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark King Krampus held court over his horde of thin kobolds, and with uncountable swings of your magic wand (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible douchewad and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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