| Even though you were a drunken child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Sudoku was attacked by a horde of Shadow Bulls. You got your groin handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Phlegm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of firewater. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Delawhat, and of the rumor that the evil Lord Diablolo was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, until you got attacked by more indigent native tribesmen than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your thigh intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Horror Necromancer Blackfist held court over his horde of skeletal lizardmen, and with uncountable swings of your staff (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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