| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Marmosettia, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a homely, buxom village idiot. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As you wandered the back alleys of Deaf Chicken (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned smithy. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Celadon Black wyrm. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a fisherman's lost hamster, Mr. Snuggles. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen skeletons with your bung trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Blood Necromancer Grimtooth held court over his horde of serpent-tongued jocks, and with uncountable swings of your footaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible douchebag and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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