| 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 roasted bundt cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Sto Lat, so you became a professional Thief instead. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Phlegm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of micheladas. He told you about the great plague of fish that had beset the entire region of Carnationbury Grove, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard Thornunder was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a succubus, got attacked by bullywugs, and got your solar plexus bitten off by a owlbear. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a village idiot in some crummy backwater like Hamlet or Dogspittle. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Skull Sorcerer Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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