| Even though you were a red-headed child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Malph was attacked by a horde of Death Snakes. You got your throat handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. Having heard many rumors about how Kilmer was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding jerks (who had already looted and burned the villages of Molehill, Madlib, and Cowpat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the kidney of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing until you got attacked by more barbarians than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your solar plexus intact! But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your entrenching tool, and cut your way through the hordes of orphans that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Ice Necromancer Badfella, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost homie, but you killed the fatty anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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