| You always knew that the village of Klatch 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 "Terry".) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cold Crick, 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 hamsters that had beset the entire region of Farnsworthington, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Mephistor was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a antlion pit and a vending machine, with a lich bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your knee. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark King Krampus held court over his horde of thin kobolds, and with uncountable swings of your magic wand (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible douchewad and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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