| 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 "Joe".) You rode into the city of Hambonia, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Emerald Stork of New Brunswick, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient strip mall near the village of Buttole, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. You had a good handle on it until you got your knee caught in a antlion pit and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your longbow and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dragon Marquis Dave's army of squat ents. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bimbo into his own beartrap, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Waltermatthau.
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