| When you were growing up in the little town of Mondale, you always wanted to be a mighty Sorcerer. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Klatch (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned pig stable. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Hunter Crypt maw. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Lord of Routh's lost hamster, Noam. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a spiked pit, got attacked by indigent native tribesmen, and got your lower back bitten off by a weretiger. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your crossbow and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Terror Lawyer Diabolico's army of bright-eyed orphans. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil twat into his own beartrap, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Wibbleford.
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