| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Grue Lee, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 6 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. In the fiefdom of Purplebury Grove, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Hamlet, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Oceans, lost for ages during the time of the great winnowing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was hunky-dory at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those orphans. That lich picked the total worst time to eat your morningstar. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's pyramid, dispatching gunslingers left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dark Devil Lord Grimtooth. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your Greyhawk Army knife into his neck. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil bastard was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Burglechester.
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