| After your quiet hometown of Sto Lat was attacked by orcs and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a "seamstress" like your nephew wanted. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Madlib just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Marquis Frosthammer, who had poisoned the town's cat population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC until you got your ankle caught in a iron maiden and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to comb all the mongoose in your hometown of Flytrap. So you kept going, right into the pig stable of the evil Witchlord Baaaal. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your neck handed to you.
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