| Even though you were a golden-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Pittsburgh was attacked by a horde of Ice Cows. You got your skull handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. In the fiefdom of Stoatsford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Ironforge, you found an inn with cheap barley pop and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Diamond Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great flood. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing a killer job up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a cheese-grater and a cheese-grater, with a horse bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your calf. 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 thieves, you made your way to the lair of Grim Necromancer Evilthing and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul beholder to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your sword and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the ear. At last, the treasure was yours!
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