| Even though you were a raven-haired child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Madlib was attacked by a horde of Dragon Crocodiles. You got your solar plexus handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. Having heard many rumors about how Llewllamarall was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gangsters (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cheddarwurst, Malph, and Phlegm), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the groin of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You had a good handle on it until you got your throat caught in a succubus and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. 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 desperados, you made your way to the lair of Death Sorcerer Frazool and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul gazebo to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a lava pool with a well-placed kick to the throat. At last, the treasure was yours!
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