| 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 boiled baklava was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Dropseat, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Stoatsford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding hobgoblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Spazmotic, Dropseat, and Frog), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the skull of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your halberd in a meat grinder and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the kobolds showed up. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's necropolis, dispatching orcs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Evil Marquis Diabolicus. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your nunchuks into his foot. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil lunatic was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Burglechester.
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