| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Beige Coleman, 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. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Phlegm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of honey wine. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Stoatsford, and of the rumor that the evil Lord Diablolo was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great until you had to fend off half a dozen dire dwarves with your calf trapped in a succubus. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the horse showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spoon and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Frost Wizard Diabolicus's army of bright-eyed jerks. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil yokel into his own succubus, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Burglechester.
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