| You always knew that the village of Bobcat wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Carl".) You headed off into the wild wilderness of Febreezia in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Calamaria you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Lord of Goldthwaitia's underdeveloped cousin had been kidnapped by orcs, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were doing really well but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were livid as an underfed marmoset. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice Witchlord Shriekancient held court over his horde of red-headed thieves, and with uncountable swings of your bardiche (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible bimbo and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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