| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, White Hanson, 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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Claremont in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Pinochle you heard a town crier shouting about how the the village idiot's sexy nephew had been kidnapped by skeletons, 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. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cookie jar, got attacked by indigent native tribesmen, and got your elbow bitten off by a shoggoth. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for hobos, you made your way to the lair of Blood Sorcerer Dave and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul carrion crawler to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your dagger and knocked the villain screaming into a meat grinder with a well-placed kick to the eye. At last, the treasure was yours!
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