| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of thieves 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 Cabbagetown, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of lager. He told you about the great plague of lions that had beset the entire region of Eggshire, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard 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 fend off half a dozen jocks with your neck trapped in a vending machine. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the rakshasa showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. 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 bard in some crummy backwater like Cowpat or Foobar. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Skull Wizard Bloodycoccyx, 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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