| After your quiet hometown of Flytrap was attacked by indigent native tribesmen 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 seamstress like your grandpa wanted. As you wandered the back alleys of Deaf Chicken (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 wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Purple Grim wind. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the blacksmith's lost hissing cockroach, Mr. Whiskers. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It wasn't a thing until you dropped your shillelagh in a vending machine and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the skeletons showed up. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Warlock Screamsword held court over his horde of underdeveloped dark elves, and with uncountable swings of your bastard sword (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible scrub and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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