| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of New Brunswick, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a underdeveloped, serpent-tongued stableboy. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). Having heard many rumors about how Blurstishire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding tramps (who had already looted and burned the villages of Mudhole, Ironforge, and Sto Lat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the skull of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, but then you wandered into a room totally full of gangsters, plus a carrion crawler, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for orphans, you made your way to the lair of Black Knight Slicebumblebee and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bulette to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your scythe and knocked the villain screaming into a meat grinder with a well-placed kick to the ankle. At last, the treasure was yours!
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