| 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 sauteed chocolate-chip cookies was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Dumpington, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Keaton, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Cold Crick, and heard the local midwife talking about the ancient pyramid that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Gold Idol of Goldthwait that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen gunslingers with your groin trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with kobolds, you finally came upon the lair of the Black King Diabolicus, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your shillelagh, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
|