| Even though you were a sexy child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Klatch was attacked by a horde of Dragon Snakes. You got your bung handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Goldthwaitia in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Morcestecershire you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Poo-bah's drunken son had been kidnapped by hobos, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were doing a swell job until you got your skull caught in a gelatinous cube and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless bullywugs and jerks -- even a bugbear! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Frost Necromancer Wrathsword, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cookie jar with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Bacon and claimed your reward.
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