| You grew up on the great streets of the great Emerald 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. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Bobcat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley pop. He told you about the great plague of lions that had beset the entire region of Reeves, and of the rumor that the evil Troll Xxyrg was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were rocking the house until you had to fend off half a dozen bandits with your arse trapped in a succubus. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the owlbear 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 squire in some crummy backwater like Quirm or Pig-in-a-Poke. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Skull Warlock Evilthing, 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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