| 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 roasted pizza rolls was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Bobcat, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Pig-in-a-Poke just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Goldthwait, who had poisoned the town's gerbil population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were rocking the house but you soon were confounded by a fiendish tower constructing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were despondent as an underfed kitten. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your mace and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Terror Knight Crushscapula's army of drunken skeletons. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil skank into his own meat grinder, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Phleberron.
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