| Even though you were a simple child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Mudhole was attacked by a horde of Grim Coyotes. You got your leg handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Hamlet when you met the town bard. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Sultan's skeletal daughter, who had been kidnapped by bullywugs. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was going great until you dropped your flail in a sphere of annihilation and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the orphans showed up. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a farmhand in some crummy backwater like Dropseat or Morpork. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Grim Devil Lord Evilbreeze, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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