| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Red Wooten, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 3 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Dropseat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Knight Dave, who had poisoned the town's puppy population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It wasn't a thing until you dropped your bardiche in a vending machine and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the dire dwarves showed up. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless badgers and jerks -- even a buff slaad! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Evil Marquis Baaaal, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a vending machine 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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