| 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 tossed processed cheese spread was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Cabbagetown, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Flanders in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Brazzleton you heard a town crier shouting about how the a fisherman's buxom second cousin had been kidnapped by skeletons, 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. Everything was hunky-dory but you soon were confounded by a fiendish guess-which-of-these-bottles-is-poison puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were livid as an underfed rat. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless skeletons and bullywugs -- even a flesh golem! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Evil Witchlord Diabolicus, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a sphere of annihilation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Calamaria and claimed your reward.
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