| You grew up the son of a blacksmith, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never punch sacks of potatoes again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Farc'b'n in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Eggshire you heard a town crier shouting about how the the town crier's quarter-witted grandmother had been kidnapped by desperados, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You had a good handle on it until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a meat grinder, got attacked by ents, and got your arse bitten off by a bulette. 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 orcs, you made your way to the lair of Grim Lord Baaaal and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul beholder to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a gelatinous cube with a well-placed kick to the skull. At last, the treasure was yours!
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