| After your quiet hometown of Flytrap was attacked by skeletons and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a tavernkeep like your nephew wanted. As you wandered the back alleys of Morpork (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 belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Blue Black grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Poo-bah's lost kitten, Franklin. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It wasn't a thing up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a meat grinder and a gelatinous cube, with a weretiger bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your face. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Blood Warlock Screamsun held court over his horde of drunken barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your dagger (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible git and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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