| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Maroon Miles, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 7 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Winklesbury in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Shaffly-on-Surrey you heard a town crier shouting about how the the barman's homely uncle had been kidnapped by bandits, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were doing really well until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cookie jar, got attacked by jerks, and got your ear bitten off by a beholder. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to filter all the hissing cockroach in your hometown of Cold Crick. So you kept going, right into the brewery of the evil Sorcerer Englebert. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your face handed to you.
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