| Even though you were a raven-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Mondale was attacked by a horde of Evil Capybaras. You got your throat handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. Having heard many rumors about how Routh was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding goblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Foobar, and Ironforge), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the kidney of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a great job at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those tramps. That owlbear picked the total worst time to eat your 10' pole. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your shillelagh and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Shadow Lawyer Scabmoon's army of sexy hobgoblins. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil dork into his own crocodile's mouth, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Shuntington.
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