| After your quiet hometown of Stubborn Mule was attacked by gunslingers and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a village idiot like your dad wanted. Having heard many rumors about how Flanders was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding desperados (who had already looted and burned the villages of Whacking, Sto Lat, and Dropseat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the foot of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen orcs with your ankle trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the weretiger showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a sewer infested with kobolds, you finally came upon the lair of the Terror Witchlord Morgar, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your battleaxe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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