| 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 sponge cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Whacking, so you became a professional Thief instead. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Pitlick when you met the town midwife. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Lord of Eggshire's comely aunt, who had been kidnapped by gnolls. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You weren't having any problems but you soon were confounded by a fiendish hurl-birds-at-pigs puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed earwig. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Horror Sorcerer Baaaal held court over his horde of skeletal lizardmen, and with uncountable swings of your dagger (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible troll and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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