| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Cerise Shaffer, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 6 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Taintingham, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Dumpington, and heard the local serf talking about the ancient sewer that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Englebert that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got attacked by more gangsters than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ear intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with orphans, you finally came upon the lair of the Grim Witchlord Xxyrg, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your halberd, 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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