| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of hobgoblins and raised in a dark and wild factory. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. In the fiefdom of Zevroozlchester, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Molehill, you found an inn with cheap firewater and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber River, lost for ages during the time of the great flood. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by orphans, and got your neck bitten off by a rakshasa. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a dungeon infested with hobgoblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Devil Barbarian Diablolo, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your spoon, 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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