| You grew up on the questionable streets of the great Sapphire 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 Burglechester was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding indigent native tribesmen (who had already looted and burned the villages of Dropseat, Pig-in-a-Poke, and Flytrap), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the solar plexus of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You had a good handle on it until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, got attacked by gnolls, and got your solar plexus bitten off by a rakshasa. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Warrior Baaaal held court over his horde of golden-haired lizardmen, and with uncountable swings of your morningstar (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible nerd and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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