| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Vermilion Moon, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 10 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Mudhole when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Sultan's simple uncle, who had been kidnapped by desperados. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those gangsters. That mimic picked the total worst time to eat your 10' pole. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a "seamstress" in some crummy backwater like Cold Crick or Mondale. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Horror Warrior Morgar, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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