| You grew up on the gooshy streets of the great Silver 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 Gallston, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Piehole, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver River, lost for ages during the time of the great cleansing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It was pretty easy, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a crocodile's mouth, got attacked by bullywugs, and got your leg bitten off by a githyanki. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a sewer infested with hobgoblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Dark Warrior Vampirelittle, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your shiv, 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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