| You grew up the son of a stableboy, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never stand on my head again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. In the fiefdom of Bale, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Morpork, you found an inn with cheap sarsaparilla and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Azure Plains, lost for ages during the time of the great alignment. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed hamster. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to groom all the weasel in your hometown of Piehole. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Devil Lord 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 neck handed to you.
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