| After your quiet hometown of Bobcat was attacked by accountants 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 serf like your nephew wanted. In the fiefdom of Taintingham, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Rusty Nail, you found an inn with cheap micheladas and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber River, lost for ages during the time of the great cataclysm. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish escort-the-fragile-toddler puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were livid as an underfed mongoose. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for orphans, you made your way to the lair of Frost Sorcerer Dave and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul lime slaad to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your bastard sword and knocked the villain screaming into a succubus with a well-placed kick to the ear. At last, the treasure was yours!
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