| You always knew that the village of Sto Lat 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 "Theodore".) In the fiefdom of Crunkleford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Morpork, you found an inn with cheap jell-o shots and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great clusterbugger. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen lizardmen with your groin trapped in a cookie jar. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the weretiger showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for skeletons, you made your way to the lair of Black Necromancer Dave and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul owlbear to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a antlion pit with a well-placed kick to the leg. At last, the treasure was yours!
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