| 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 whipped chitterlings was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Mudhole, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Fandanzia in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Shaffly-on-Surrey you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Grand Vizier's nubile uncle 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. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of desperados, plus a mind flayer, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's necropolis, dispatching hobgoblins left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dark Sorcerer Deathblade. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your dagger into his arm. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil jerk was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Lurkmoor.
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