| You grew up on the terrible streets of the great Topaz 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. Having heard many rumors about how Marmosettia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dumpington, Molehill, and Cheddarwurst), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the head of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a good job until you had to fend off half a dozen goblins with your arm trapped in a vending machine. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the shoggoth showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Terror Marquis Grinderelder held court over his horde of ugly hobgoblins, and with uncountable swings of your morningstar (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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