| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Chartreuse Lott, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 1.5 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. In the fiefdom of Waltermatthau, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Pig-in-a-Poke, you found an inn with cheap honey wine and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amethyst Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great calamity. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen hobgoblins with your throat trapped in a succubus. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the lich showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. 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 skeletons, you made your way to the lair of Ice Witchlord Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul hellhound to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) and knocked the villain screaming into a succubus with a well-placed kick to the thigh. At last, the treasure was yours!
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