| You grew up the son of a midwife, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do bench-presses again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. 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 Molehill. There, you met the Duke of Flabbernathy's drunken cousin, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Diamond Shark. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got your ankle caught in a gelatinous cube and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Terror Lord Warsword held court over his horde of nubile hobos, and with uncountable swings of your crossbow (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible butthole and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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