| You always knew that the village of Sto Lat wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Clive".) You rode into the city of Phleberron, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Emerald Stork of Flabbernathy, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient tower near the village of Malph, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by dire dwarves, and got your calf bitten off by a flesh golem. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dark elves and orphans -- even a rust monster! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Fire Necromancer Grimtooth, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a meat grinder with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Waxtoff and claimed your reward.
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