| You grew up the son of a midwife, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never swim again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. Having heard many rumors about how Waxton was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gangsters (who had already looted and burned the villages of Klatch, Ironforge, and Pitlick), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet sack of doorknobs +1 in a shoggoth's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some dark elves into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the groin. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless kobolds and dark elves -- even a lich! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Devil Barbarian Diabolicus, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a sphere of annihilation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Stoatsford and claimed your reward.
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