| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of indigent native tribesmen and raised in a dark and wild mineshaft. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Malph, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of sack. He told you about the great plague of dogs that had beset the entire region of Flabbernathy, and of the rumor that the evil Sorcerer Diabolicus was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It wasn't a thing until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a spiked pit, got attacked by orcs, and got your arse bitten off by a horse. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a seamstress in some crummy backwater like Piehole or Molehill. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Demon Wizard Thornmaster, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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