| When you were growing up in the little town of Sto Lat, you always wanted to be a mighty Cleric. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Frog when you met the town bard. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Grand Vizier's underdeveloped cousin, who had been kidnapped by gnolls. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were rocking the house at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those lizardmen. That russet slaad picked the total worst time to eat your staff. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a tavernkeep in some crummy backwater like Madlib or Piehole. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Dragon Marquis Morgar, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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