| You grew up the son of a serf, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never dig ditches and fill them back in again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Frog, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of stout. He told you about the great plague of squirrels that had beset the entire region of Glameroth, and of the rumor that the evil Witchlord Diabolico was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of gypsies, plus a myrtle slaad, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless badgers and badgers -- even a githyanki! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Demon King Maulvampire bat, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a crocodile's mouth with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Winklesbury and claimed your reward.
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