| 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 boiled creamed cucumbers was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Pig-in-a-Poke, so you became a professional Thief instead. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cowpat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of firewater. He told you about the great plague of salamanders that had beset the entire region of Hamonrye, and of the rumor that the evil Giant Diabolico was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more indigent native tribesmen than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arm intact! Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tower, dispatching bullywugs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Grim Lord Diablolo. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your nunchuks into his foot. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil poseur was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Burblegroat.
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