| 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 creamed pound cake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Morpork, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Wibbleford in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Gallston you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Earl of Nickelodeon's bright-eyed stepsister had been kidnapped by jerks, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were exasperated as an underfed tarantula. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Skull Warlock Battlehold held court over his horde of quarter-witted kobolds, and with uncountable swings of your shillelagh (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible wanker and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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