| After your quiet hometown of Cheddarwurst was attacked by indigent native tribesmen 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 farmhand like your brother wanted. In the fiefdom of Lurkmoor, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cold Crick, you found an inn with cheap sack and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Topaz Woods, lost for ages during the time of the great reaping. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was going great until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a succubus, got attacked by orcs, and got your thigh bitten off by a weretiger. 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 barbarians, you made your way to the lair of Skull Overlord Grunwold and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mind flayer to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the foot. At last, the treasure was yours!
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