| 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 soda bread was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Cheddarwurst, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Flytrap just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Hatredshark, 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. It wasn't a thing but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were upset as an underfed hamster. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tower, dispatching skeletons left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Fire Sorcerer Krampus. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your magic wand into his eye. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil gimp was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Bale.
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