| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Forest Bailey, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 4 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. In the fiefdom of Pinochle, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cheddarwurst, you found an inn with cheap mead and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Emerald Canyons, lost for ages during the time of the great calamity. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum but then you wandered into a room totally full of desperados, plus a bulette, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with desperados, you finally came upon the lair of the Blood Warrior Woundduck, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your club, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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