| You grew up the son of a serf, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do parkour again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As you wandered the back alleys of Cold Crick (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Brown Grim crest. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Poo-bah's lost gerbil, Bowser. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you got your arm caught in a antlion pit and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless orphans and lizardmen -- even a bulette! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Blood Troll Dave, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cheese-grater with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Gallston and claimed your reward.
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