| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Farc'b'n, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a buxom, ugly milkmaid. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). You headed off into the wild wilderness of Shaffly-on-Surrey in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Goldthwaitia you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Dauphin's nubile cousin had been kidnapped by dire dwarves, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You weren't having any problems but then you wandered into a room totally full of goblins, plus a horse, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Shadow Overlord Mephistor held court over his horde of buxom accountants, and with uncountable swings of your halberd (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible tard and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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