| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for braised boiled broccoli was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Frog, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Crunkleton was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding kobolds (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dumpington, Molehill, and Piehole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the ankle of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a awkward conversation and a gelatinous cube, with a beholder bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your throat. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with gunslingers, you finally came upon the lair of the Shadow Overlord Diablolo, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your dagger, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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