| You grew up on the angry streets of the great Sapphire 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. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Phlegm. There, you met the Marquis of Blurstishire's squat stepchild, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Amethyst Mosquito. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You had a good handle on it but you soon were confounded by a fiendish series of carefully timed jumps puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed mongoose. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your bastard sword and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Skull Giant Mephistor's army of simple dire dwarves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil pissant into his own cheese-grater, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Taintingham.
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