| 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 chocolate-chip cookies was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Malph, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Glameroth was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding hobgoblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Frog, Buttole, and Cold Crick), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the knee of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing until you got your face caught in a crocodile's mouth and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dire dwarves and accountants -- even a horse! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Devil Lord Englebert, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a lava pool with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Farc'b'n and claimed your reward.
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