| You grew up the son of a stableboy, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never play hopscotch again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. Having heard many rumors about how Bale was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding goblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Spazmotic, Pitlick, and Spazmotic), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the elbow of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got attacked by more indigent native tribesmen than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your giblets intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with gnolls, you finally came upon the lair of the Dragon Troll Grimtooth, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your sword, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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