| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Lime Browning, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 5 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. In the fiefdom of Burblegroat, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Klatch, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Sapphire Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great fire. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It wasn't a thing but then you wandered into a room totally full of ents, plus a roper, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a farmhand in some crummy backwater like Spazmotic or Cheddarwurst. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Grim Overlord Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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