| When you were growing up in the little town of Malph, you always wanted to be a mighty Sorcerer. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Bobcat. There, you met the Earl of Wibbleshire's underdeveloped grandfather, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Tiger. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. Everything was going great until you got lost in a crypt -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet bastard sword +1 in a rakshasa's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some indigent native tribesmen into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the ear. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with gunslingers, you finally came upon the lair of the Black Warlock Morgar, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your Leatherman, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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