| When you were growing up in the little town of Spazmotic, you always wanted to be a mighty Fireman. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Dumpington (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 brewery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Squant Grim wind. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Lord of Farc'b'n's lost ferret, Mrs. Woogie. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing a tubular job until you got your shoulder caught in a succubus and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Warrior Grimbreeze held court over his horde of ugly orcs, and with uncountable swings of your shiv (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible arse and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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