| You always knew that the village of Cowpat 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 "Martin".) Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Klatch. There, you met a knight's golden-haired second cousin, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Amber Shark. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. Everything was hunky-dory up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a sphere of annihilation and a vending machine, with a cockatrice bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your leg. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice Barbarian Unpleasantor held court over his horde of homely gnolls, and with uncountable swings of your battleaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible punk and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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