| After your quiet hometown of Ironforge was attacked by jerks 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 squire like your bro' wanted. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Routh in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Keaton you heard a town crier shouting about how the a fisherman's homely nephew had been kidnapped by orcs, 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 had a good handle on it until you got attacked by more thieves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ankle intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Frost Witchlord Goldthwait held court over his horde of homely desperados, and with uncountable swings of your handaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible dork and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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