| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of jerks and raised in a dark and wild forest. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dropseat when you met the town barber. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the barman's nubile daughter, who had been kidnapped by dark elves. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it until you got lost in a ruin -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet 10' pole +1 in a shoggoth's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some bullywugs into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the throat. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your flail, and cut your way through the hordes of thieves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Horror Witchlord Rageside, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepsister, but you killed the wierdo anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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