| After your quiet hometown of Hamlet was attacked by barbarians 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 town crier like your nephew wanted. Having heard many rumors about how Blurstishire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding dark elves (who had already looted and burned the villages of Deaf Chicken, Cowpat, and Malph), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the shoulder of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, until you got attacked by more dark elves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ear intact! Bruised but unbroken, you readied your sack of doorknobs and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Grim Troll Baaaal's army of fat hobgoblins. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil arse into his own lava pool, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of New Brunswick.
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