| You grew up the son of a cook, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do somersaults again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dropseat when you met the town serf. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Duke of Prefectford's bright-eyed stepsister, who had been kidnapped by desperados. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. It was pretty easy, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish mine crafting puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed budgie. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's necropolis, dispatching thieves left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Terror Necromancer Diabolico. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your longbow into his foot. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil fatty was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Hamonrye.
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