| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Bale, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a tattooed, raven-haired tavernkeep. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Phlegm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Devil Lord Xxyrg, who had poisoned the town's hamster population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You had a good handle on it but you soon were confounded by a fiendish color-matching puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were livid as an underfed guinea pig. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with kobolds, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Lawyer Morgar, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your Leatherman, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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