| 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 tossed hamburger rolls was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Mudhole, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Keaton in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Claremont you heard a town crier shouting about how the a farmer's quarter-witted stepsister had been kidnapped by gypsies, 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. You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those bullywugs. That bulette picked the total worst time to eat your spear. 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 cook in some crummy backwater like Molehill or Flytrap. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Fire Lawyer Hasslehoff, 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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