| 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 Dogspittle was attacked by a horde of Death Eagles. You got your arm handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Stubborn Mule when you met the town seamstress. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Lord of Goldthwaitia's golden-haired niece, who had been kidnapped by thieves. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a spiked pit, got attacked by accountants, and got your lower back bitten off by a yellow slaad. 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 dire dwarves, you made your way to the lair of Dragon Necromancer Goldthwait and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul cockatrice to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your spear and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the knee. At last, the treasure was yours!
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