| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Cyan Richmond, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 11 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Malph, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of mead. He told you about the great plague of squirrels that had beset the entire region of Calamaria, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Goldthwait was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were crestfallen as an underfed goldfish. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to wax all the earwig in your hometown of Flytrap. So you kept going, right into the wagon wash of the evil Giant Grognard. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your bung handed to you.
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