| Even though you were a tattooed child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Stubborn Mule was attacked by a horde of Terror Wasps. You got your solar plexus handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Blurstishire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Dumpington, and heard the local milkmaid talking about the ancient ruin that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Azure Idol of Diabolicus that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of badgers, plus a flesh golem, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Troll Strikeelder held court over his horde of skeletal thieves, and with uncountable swings of your 10' pole (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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