| Even though you were a golden-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 Dropseat was attacked by a horde of Terror Alligators. You got your kidney handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. Having heard many rumors about how Lurkmoor was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dumpington, Piehole, and Malph), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the neck of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was hunky-dory but you soon were confounded by a fiendish color-matching puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were sad as an underfed earwig. 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 Mudhole or Bobcat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Terror Wizard Iceside, 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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