| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Forest Walls, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 8 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Buttole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Sorcerer Krampus, who had poisoned the town's weasel population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen orcs with your ankle trapped in a meat grinder. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bulette showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to rake all the goldfish in your hometown of Klatch. So you kept going, right into the brewery of the evil Giant Blackfist. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your ear handed to you.
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