| You grew up the son of a bard, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never swim again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Sto Lat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Morgar, who had poisoned the town's hamster population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing really well until you got your throat caught in a meat grinder and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your club and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire Sorcerer Dave's army of squat goblins. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bozo into his own awkward conversation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Llewllamarall.
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