| When you were growing up in the little town of Bobcat, you always wanted to be a mighty Ninja. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Malph, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of jell-o shots. He told you about the great plague of squirrels that had beset the entire region of Emeraldhawk, and of the rumor that the evil Lord Unpleasantor was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. There was no drama in the LBC but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were mad as an underfed kitten. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your dagger and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Horror Warlock Arc'klor's army of raven-haired thieves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil scrub into his own succubus, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Shaffly-on-Surrey.
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