| 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 tossed shortcake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Pitlick, so you became a professional Thief instead. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Phlegm. There, you met the Duke of Hamonrye's red-headed daughter, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Sapphire Cat. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. Everything was hunky-dory up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a spiked pit and a succubus, with a roper bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your giblets. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's crypt, dispatching desperados left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Frost Knight Englebert. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your footaxe into his knee. 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 Bale.
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