| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Routh, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a homely, golden-haired milkmaid. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As you wandered the back alleys of Hamlet (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Moss Fear knife. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover an inkeeper's lost dog, Buster. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more bullywugs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arm intact! Bruised but unbroken, you readied your footaxe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dark Wizard Wrathcarve's army of golden-haired hobos. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil dork into his own lava pool, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Zevroozlchester.
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