| When you were growing up in the little town of Klatch, you always wanted to be a mighty Paladin. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Bobcat (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned granary. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Scarlet Drake soul. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the blacksmith's lost dog, Walter. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of dire dwarves, plus a bulette, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your pike, and cut your way through the hordes of orphans that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Fire Sorcerer Spitemoose, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost nephew, but you killed the hoser anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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