| You grew up the son of a serf, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do parkour again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. Having heard many rumors about how Reeves was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gunslingers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Mudhole, and Dropseat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of gunslingers, plus a rust monster, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless barbarians and gunslingers -- even a ochre slaad! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Blood Warlock Grunwold, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a succubus with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Kilmer and claimed your reward.
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