| You always knew that the village of Dogspittle 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 "Dunstan".) As you wandered the back alleys of Deaf Chicken (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned owlry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Silver Black blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a knight's lost parakeet, Checkers. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It was pretty easy, until you got attacked by more bandits than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your solar plexus intact! Bruised but unbroken, you readied your footaxe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Death Wizard Mephistor's army of tattooed indigent native tribesmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bimbo into his own crocodile's mouth, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of New Brunswick.
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