| After your quiet hometown of Rusty Nail was attacked by lizardmen and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a blacksmith like your uncle wanted. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cabbagetown, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of mead. He told you about the great plague of cats that had beset the entire region of Eggshire, and of the rumor that the evil Devil Lord Grimtooth was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were rocking the house until you got attacked by more thieves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your eye intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dragon Giant Slashforbidden held court over his horde of simple orcs, and with uncountable swings of your sword (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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