| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Coral Haynes, 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. As you wandered the back alleys of Cold Crick (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 ironmongery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Rose Blood grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the barman's lost sugar glider, Mrs. Cuddleface. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you got lost in a necropolis -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet knife +1 in a beholder's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some dire dwarves into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the ear. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Demon Lord Baaaal held court over his horde of comely gunslingers, and with uncountable swings of your spear (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible jerk and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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