| 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 grilled bundt cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Hamlet, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Waltermatthau was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding badgers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Bobcat, Piehole, and Sudoku), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC but then you wandered into a room totally full of goblins, plus a rust monster, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. 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 barber in some crummy backwater like Stubborn Mule or Pittsburgh. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Death Sorcerer Blackfist, 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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