| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Llewllamarall, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a drunken, buxom serf. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). Having heard many rumors about how Llewllamarall was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding accountants (who had already looted and burned the villages of Bobcat, Sto Lat, and Dumpington), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the arm of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing until you got lost in a crypt -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet Leatherman +1 in a carrion crawler'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 foot. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a village idiot in some crummy backwater like Phlegm or Morpork. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Vampire Witchlord Krampus, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
|