| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Tan Schwartz, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 11 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As you wandered the back alleys of Spazmotic (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned library. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Azure Death grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Lord of Limberford's lost gerbil, Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. At first it was a real breeze, until you got attacked by more orcs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your skull intact! But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to wax all the ferret in your hometown of Dropseat. So you kept going, right into the haberdashery of the evil Wizard Goldthwait. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your thigh handed to you.
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