| Even though you were a ugly child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Cowpat was attacked by a horde of Fire Vultures. You got your ear handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Morcestecershire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Whacking, and heard the local cook talking about the ancient necropolis that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Diamond Idol of Poisonlost that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You weren't having any problems until you got attacked by more barbarians than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your thigh intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless ents and bandits -- even a lich! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Black Warlock Devilstrong, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a meat grinder with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Crunkleton and claimed your reward.
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