| You grew up on the squat streets of the great Diamond 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 Prefectford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Quirm, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Azure Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great flood. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were rocking the house until you dropped your morningstar in a antlion pit and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gypsies showed up. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a town crier in some crummy backwater like Phlegm or Spazmotic. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Evil Warrior Goldthwait, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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