| You grew up the son of a town crier, but decided such a profession was lacking in excitement. After much hard training, (if you never do somersaults again, it'll be too soon) you finally became a mighty Fighter. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Bobcat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Grognard, who had poisoned the town's hamster population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing a radical job until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet club +1 in a alizarin slaad's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some hobgoblins into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the leg. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spoon and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Shadow Sorcerer Unpleasantor's army of serpent-tongued gnolls. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil airhead into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Eggshire.
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