| You grew up on the expensive streets of the great Emerald 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. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Dogspittle. There, you met the Poo-bah's comely homie, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Silver Cat. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were doing a wicked job until you dropped your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) in a gelatinous cube and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the orcs showed up. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a sewer infested with kobolds, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Wizard Grimtooth, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your mace, 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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