| You grew up on the questionable 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. In the fiefdom of Calamaria, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Madlib, you found an inn with cheap stout and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Gold Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great flood. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those goblins. That shoggoth picked the total worst time to eat your battleaxe. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your Greyhawk Army knife and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Grim Lord Krampus's army of tattooed goblins. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil assjacket into his own lava pool, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Nickelodeon.
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