| You grew up the son of a blacksmith, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never march in place again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. Having heard many rumors about how Routh was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding lizardmen (who had already looted and burned the villages of Malph, Hamlet, and Frog), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the lower back of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, until you got attacked by more bullywugs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your bung intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless skeletons and thieves -- even a hellhound! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Frost Devil Lord Hasslehoff, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a beartrap with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Winklesbury and claimed your reward.
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