| Even though you were a raven-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Ironforge was attacked by a horde of Vampire Naked Mole Rats. You got your ear handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Claremont in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Hamonrye you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Dauphin's tattooed roommate had been kidnapped by desperados, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You weren't having any problems until you dropped your battleaxe in a iron maiden and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gypsies showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your handaxe, and cut your way through the hordes of orcs that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Death Sorcerer Hasslehoff, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost uncle, but you killed the troll anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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