| 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 shortcake was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Phlegm, so you became a professional Thief instead. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Cavill in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Yarbleshire you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Poo-bah's drunken grandfather 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. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cheese-grater, got attacked by hobos, and got your knee bitten off by a horse. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Horror Giant Dave held court over his horde of raven-haired lizardmen, and with uncountable swings of your halberd (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible fatty and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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