| Even though you were a bright-eyed child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Morpork was attacked by a horde of Frost Cheetahs. You got your face handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. Having heard many rumors about how New Brunswick was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding barbarians (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pitlick, Cold Crick, and Dumpington), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the leg of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing really well until you had to fend off half a dozen orcs with your skull trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the horse showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless gangsters and gunslingers -- even a shoggoth! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Shadow Lawyer Badfella, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a succubus with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Taintingham and claimed your reward.
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