| You grew up the son of a squire, 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. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Rusty Nail when you met the town seamstress. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the village idiot's drunken homie, who had been kidnapped by dire dwarves. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were rocking the house but you soon were confounded by a fiendish sliding-block puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were annoyed as an underfed parakeet. 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 skeletons, you made your way to the lair of Evil Barbarian Krampus and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul flesh golem to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your morningstar and knocked the villain screaming into a awkward conversation with a well-placed kick to the ear. At last, the treasure was yours!
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