| Inspired by the great deeds of your mother, Cream Castaneda, you knew from an early age you wanted to be a Fighter. After a scant 15 years of training, you were finally ready to seek your fortune in the large, indifferent world. Having heard many rumors about how Flanders was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding dire dwarves (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dogspittle, Dogspittle, and Ironforge), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the shoulder of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC but you soon were confounded by a fiendish tower constructing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were unhappy as an underfed weasel. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for orphans, you made your way to the lair of Horror Barbarian Evilslow and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mimic to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your bardiche and knocked the villain screaming into a sphere of annihilation with a well-placed kick to the kidney. At last, the treasure was yours!
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