| Even though you were a serpent-tongued child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Bobcat was attacked by a horde of Shadow Koalas. You got your leg handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Morpork just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Wizard Blackfist, who had poisoned the town's earwig 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 weren't having any problems but then you wandered into a room totally full of gypsies, plus a rakshasa, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. 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 kobolds, you made your way to the lair of Shadow Troll Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul carrion crawler to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your club and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the ear. At last, the treasure was yours!
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