| 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 charred cereal bars was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Buttole, so you became a professional Thief instead. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cabbagetown, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of pigs that had beset the entire region of Delawhat, and of the rumor that the evil Knight Grimtooth was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was hunky-dory until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet entrenching tool +1 in a shoggoth's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some orphans into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the eye. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your shiv, and cut your way through the hordes of badgers that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Skull Barbarian Frazool, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost uncle, but you killed the hoser anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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