| When you were growing up in the little town of Stubborn Mule, you always wanted to be a mighty Cleric. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Cabbagetown. There, you met the Poo-bah's tattooed uncle, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Raven. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. It was pretty easy, until you had to fend off half a dozen desperados with your arm trapped in a antlion pit. 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. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Grim Knight Bonecougar held court over his horde of serpent-tongued hobos, and with uncountable swings of your bastard sword (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twat and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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