| After your quiet hometown of Pittsburgh was attacked by thieves and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a squire like your uncle wanted. Having heard many rumors about how Flanders was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding desperados (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Flytrap, and Quirm), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the shoulder of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to fend off half a dozen jocks with your groin trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the gazebo showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your sword and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Grim Sorcerer Goldthwait's army of red-headed ents. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil dweeb into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Reeves.
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