| After your quiet hometown of Madlib was attacked by accountants 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 stableboy like your son wanted. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dumpington when you met the town bard. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Marquis of Eggshire's serpent-tongued niece, who had been kidnapped by badgers. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. At first it was a real breeze, at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dire dwarves. That weretiger picked the total worst time to eat your shiv. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your footaxe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Frost Sorcerer Grognard's army of simple lizardmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil halfwit into his own cheese-grater, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Ov'reezy.
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