| When you were growing up in the little town of Frog, you always wanted to be a mighty Astronaut. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. As you wandered the back alleys of Malph (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned haberdashery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Sepia Dire grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a fisherman's lost puppy, Jake. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen hobos with your solar plexus trapped in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the rust monster showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless tramps and barbarians -- even a mimic! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Shadow Troll Grunwold, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a sphere of annihilation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of X'tn'ch'roth and claimed your reward.
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