| You grew up the son of a serf, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never shell peanuts again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. In the fiefdom of Kilmer, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Mondale, you found an inn with cheap lager and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amethyst Plains, lost for ages during the time of the great calamity. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It was pretty easy, until you had to fend off half a dozen bullywugs with your arse trapped in a cookie jar. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the mimic showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your shillelagh, and cut your way through the hordes of hobos that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Skull Devil Lord Grognard, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost cousin, but you killed the spaz anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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