| Even though you were a drunken child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Foobar was attacked by a horde of Horror Badgers. You got your head handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. You headed off into the wild wilderness of New Brunswick in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Burblegroat you heard a town crier shouting about how the a charwoman's ugly stepsister had been kidnapped by jerks, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. It wasn't a thing until you got attacked by more orcs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your kidney intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dark elves and jocks -- even a flesh golem! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Black Marquis Krampus, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a iron maiden with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Phleberron and claimed your reward.
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