| 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 fricasseed frozen crab apples was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Cowpat, so you became a professional Thief instead. In the fiefdom of Farc'b'n, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Phlegm, you found an inn with cheap firewater and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Plains, lost for ages during the time of the great cleansing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, until you got lost in a crypt -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet nunchuks +1 in a owlbear's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some orcs into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the eye. 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 dark elves, you made your way to the lair of Horror Barbarian Badfella and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rakshasa to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your nunchuks and knocked the villain screaming into a vending machine with a well-placed kick to the solar plexus. At last, the treasure was yours!
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