| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Gray Gallegos, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 2 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. Having heard many rumors about how Prefectford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding tramps (who had already looted and burned the villages of Frog, Sudoku, and Pig-in-a-Poke), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the calf of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a tubular job until you got attacked by more goblins than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your neck intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Shadow Wizard Dave held court over his horde of thin gnolls, and with uncountable swings of your shillelagh (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible freak and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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