| You grew up the son of a village idiot, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do somersaults again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Bobcat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Barbarian Morgar, who had poisoned the town's guinea pig population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were rocking the house at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those ents. That horse picked the total worst time to eat your brass knuckles. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for indigent native tribesmen, you made your way to the lair of Terror Knight Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rust monster to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your entrenching tool and knocked the villain screaming into a awkward conversation with a well-placed kick to the throat. At last, the treasure was yours!
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