| After the entire village of Cold Crick was murdered, including your niece and dad, you vowed to get your revenge. You became a mighty Fighter, albeit one who was easily distracted by sidequests. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Dropseat. There, you met the Marquis of X'tn'ch'roth's cunning niece, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Amber Tiger. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those gnolls. That cockatrice picked the total worst time to eat your flail. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with goblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Horror Sorcerer Arc'klor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your handaxe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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