| When you were growing up in the little town of Quirm, you always wanted to be a mighty Cleric. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Phlegm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of stout. He told you about the great plague of salamanders that had beset the entire region of Routh, and of the rumor that the evil Necromancer Englebert was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cheese-grater, got attacked by dire dwarves, and got your ear bitten off by a rust monster. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with goblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Demon Overlord Hatemoon, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your brass knuckles, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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