| Even though you were a cunning child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Pittsburgh was attacked by a horde of Skull Alligators. You got your ear handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Ironforge, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of swine that had beset the entire region of Llewllamarall, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Diabolicus was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a antlion pit, got attacked by gypsies, and got your kidney bitten off by a weretiger. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your 10' pole and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Evil Witchlord Xxyrg's army of comely jocks. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil arse into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Pinochle.
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