| You grew up on the little 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. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Mudhole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Evilthing, who had poisoned the town's budgie population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet Greyhawk Army knife +1 in a amber slaad's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some thieves into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the face. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your longbow and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire Lawyer Grimtooth's army of thin dire dwarves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil troll into his own iron maiden, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Prefectford.
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