| You grew up on the full streets of the great Gold 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 Goldthwaitia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding dark elves (who had already looted and burned the villages of Buttole, Mondale, and Mudhole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were rocking the house until you got your nipple caught in a antlion pit and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's pyramid, dispatching hobos left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Shadow Warlock Arc'klor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your entrenching tool into his knee. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil spaz was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Zevroozlchester.
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