| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Mustard Crawford, 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. As you wandered the back alleys of Cold Crick (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 convenience store. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Asparagus Dusk wind. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a knight's lost parakeet, Mrs. Fuzzy. 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 had to fend off half a dozen accountants with your elbow trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the weretiger showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. 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 kobolds, you made your way to the lair of Vampire Sorcerer Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul lich to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your staff and knocked the villain screaming into a meat grinder with a well-placed kick to the face. At last, the treasure was yours!
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