| 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 fried fried beets was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Ironforge, so you became a professional Thief instead. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Cold Crick when you met the town stableboy. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a knight's quarter-witted niece, who had been kidnapped by ents. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was going great until you got lost in a strip mall -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet yo-yo +1 in a owlbear's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some indigent native tribesmen into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the giblets. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a dungeon infested with barbarians, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Sorcerer Hasslehoff, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean), and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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