| Even though you were a golden-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Piehole was attacked by a horde of Shadow Eagles. You got your foot handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Flytrap, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of micheladas. He told you about the great plague of dogs that had beset the entire region of Farc'b'n, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Dave was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It wasn't a thing until you got attacked by more orphans than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your giblets intact! But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to hose down all the earwig in your hometown of Rusty Nail. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Marquis Dave. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your knee handed to you.
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