| 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 steamed flan was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Ironforge, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Stoatsford in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Shamablamaroth you heard a town crier shouting about how the the town crier's half-witted grandmother had been kidnapped by bandits, 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. It wasn't a thing until you dropped your battleaxe in a succubus and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the dire dwarves showed up. 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 gangsters, you made your way to the lair of Terror Warrior Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mimic to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your Leatherman and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the solar plexus. At last, the treasure was yours!
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