| Even though you were a bright-eyed child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Phlegm was attacked by a horde of Skull Alligators. You got your neck handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As you wandered the back alleys of Quirm (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 wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Ruby Dire blade. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the blacksmith's lost marmoset, Rufus. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You weren't having any problems until you got lost in a ruin -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet 10' pole +1 in a horse's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some lizardmen into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the skull. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a town crier in some crummy backwater like Madlib or Whacking. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Frost Warlock Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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