| You grew up the son of a cook, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do cartwheels again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As you wandered the back alleys of Cheddarwurst (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned smithy. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Magnolia Black blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the barman's lost parakeet, Mr. Snuggleface. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well until you had to fend off half a dozen orcs with your skull trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the flesh golem showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your nunchuks and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dark Witchlord Unpleasantor's army of thin gangsters. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil buffoon into his own meat grinder, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Lurkmoor.
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