| 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 scalded spareribs was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Dropseat, so you became a professional Thief instead. You rode into the city of Zevroozlchester, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Sapphire Pig of Shamablamaroth, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient dungeon near the village of Dumpington, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. Everything was hunky-dory at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jerks. That shoggoth picked the total worst time to eat your scythe. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for dire dwarves, you made your way to the lair of Evil Giant Goldthwait and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul hellhound to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your longbow and knocked the villain screaming into a antlion pit with a well-placed kick to the arse. At last, the treasure was yours!
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