| You always knew that the village of Mudhole wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Hilary".) In the fiefdom of Zevroozlchester, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Deaf Chicken, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Azure River, lost for ages during the time of the great winnowing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more tramps than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your groin intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Witchlord Frazool held court over his horde of ugly gangsters, and with uncountable swings of your flail (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible airhead and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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