| 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 ugly, drunken serf. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). Having heard many rumors about how Wibbleshire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gunslingers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cowpat, Morpork, and Quirm), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the arse of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a cookie jar and a spiked pit, with a rakshasa bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ankle. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with indigent native tribesmen, you finally came upon the lair of the Horror Barbarian Blackfist, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your handaxe, 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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