| 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 stir-fried baklava was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Cheddarwurst, so you became a professional Thief instead. You rode into the city of Prefectford, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Gold Puppy of Crunkleton, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient ruin near the village of Buttole, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. It was pretty easy, until you got lost in a strip mall -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet flail +1 in a horse's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some hobos into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the shoulder. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Frost Barbarian Crushribs held court over his horde of half-witted desperados, and with uncountable swings of your bardiche (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible hoser and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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