| You grew up on the machiavellian streets of the great Silver 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. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Deaf Chicken when you met the town chambermaid. That worthy begged you to try and rescue an inkeeper's comely son, who had been kidnapped by jocks. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You weren't having any problems until you got lost in a ruin -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet shillelagh +1 in a roper's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some gunslingers into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the neck. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with dark elves, you finally came upon the lair of the Death Necromancer Diabolicus, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your Greyhawk Army knife, 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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