| 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 fricasseed bundt cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Piehole, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Swampleton, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Dropseat, and heard the local farmhand talking about the ancient tomb that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Azure Idol of Frazool 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. Everything was going great at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those tramps. That roper picked the total worst time to eat your handaxe. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your crossbow, and cut your way through the hordes of orphans that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Skull Lord Grimtooth, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandfather, but you killed the hayseed anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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