| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Grue Woods, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 10 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. In the fiefdom of Yarbleshire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cheddarwurst, you found an inn with cheap jell-o shots and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Woods, lost for ages during the time of the great upheaval. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a cheese-grater and a gelatinous cube, with a lich bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your giblets. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Barbarian Webspirit held court over his horde of squat barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your battleaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible douchebag and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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