| When you were growing up in the little town of Sto Lat, you always wanted to be a mighty Barbarian. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. In the fiefdom of Hamonrye, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cowpat, you found an inn with cheap stout and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Sapphire Woods, lost for ages during the time of the great unpleasantness. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. There was no drama in the LBC but then you wandered into a room totally full of gnolls, plus a gazebo, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Blood Lawyer Grognard held court over his horde of underdeveloped barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your shiv (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible yokel and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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