| Even though you were a comely child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Frog was attacked by a horde of Evil Naked Mole Rats. You got your thigh handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Dogspittle, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of sarsaparilla. He told you about the great plague of sheep that had beset the entire region of Flabbernathy, and of the rumor that the evil Knight Xxyrg was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You weren't having any problems but you soon were confounded by a fiendish guess-which-of-these-bottles-is-poison puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were despondent as an underfed parakeet. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to clean all the puppy in your hometown of Flytrap. So you kept going, right into the smithy of the evil Lord Vampirestar. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your groin handed to you.
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