| 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 bundt cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Rusty Nail, so you became a professional Thief instead. In the fiefdom of Keaton, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cowpat, you found an inn with cheap firewater and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amethyst Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great winnowing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It wasn't a thing but then you wandered into a room totally full of hobos, plus a flesh golem, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless skeletons and bandits -- even a shoggoth! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Shadow Necromancer Grimtooth, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a antlion pit with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Coney Island and claimed your reward.
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