| 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 poached chocolate-chip cookies was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Bobcat, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Rusty Nail just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Knight Fangunder, who had poisoned the town's tarantula population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was going great until you had to fend off half a dozen gypsies with your arse trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the githyanki showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. 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 squire in some crummy backwater like Madlib or Klatch. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Shadow Warlock Shriekmaster, 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.
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