| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Bistre McNeil, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 14 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Bale, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Dogspittle, and heard the local seamstress talking about the ancient tomb that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Amethyst Idol of Englebert that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. At first it was a real breeze, until you got attacked by more bullywugs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your face intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a pyramid infested with gunslingers, you finally came upon the lair of the Ice King Hatredcarve, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your knife, 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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