| You always knew that the village of Frog 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 "Gustav".) You headed off into the wild wilderness of Crunkleton in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Hamonrye you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Lord of Wibbleford's half-witted stepchild had been kidnapped by jocks, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you got lost in a strip mall -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet entrenching tool +1 in a hellhound's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some hobgoblins into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the head. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your Greyhawk Army knife, and cut your way through the hordes of orphans that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Frost Marquis Diabolicus, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost half-brother, but you killed the wuss anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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