| You grew up on the delicious streets of the great Amber 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. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Kilmer, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Whacking, and heard the local squire talking about the ancient crypt that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Amethyst Idol of Frazool that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You weren't having any problems but you soon were confounded by a fiendish tower constructing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were incensed as an underfed tarantula. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your flail and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Shadow Warlock Evilthing's army of cunning orphans. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil creep into his own beartrap, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Bacon.
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