| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Alizarin Turner, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 10 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. Having heard many rumors about how Morcestecershire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding indigent native tribesmen (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cowpat, Buttole, and Sto Lat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the elbow of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to fend off half a dozen orphans with your groin trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the gazebo showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your 10' pole, and cut your way through the hordes of gypsies that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Grim Giant Slicefist, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepsister, but you killed the yokel anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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