| You grew up on the fake streets of the great Sapphire City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. Having heard many rumors about how Bacon was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding skeletons (who had already looted and burned the villages of Ironforge, Malph, and Frog), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the throat of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great but you soon were confounded by a fiendish hurl-birds-at-pigs puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were unhappy as an underfed marmoset. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless skeletons and bullywugs -- even a lich! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Dragon Warrior Diablolo, 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 Flanders and claimed your reward.
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