| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Burgundy Wong, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 11 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Piehole, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of jell-o shots. He told you about the great plague of sheep that had beset the entire region of Hamonrye, and of the rumor that the evil Lord Morgar was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of accountants, plus a hellhound, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Evil Sorcerer Unpleasantor's army of homely jerks. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil wuss into his own meat grinder, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Farnsworthington.
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