| You grew up on the questionable streets of the great Gold 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 Bale, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Madlib, you found an inn with cheap honey wine and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Topaz Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great upheaval. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing really well up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a antlion pit and a crocodile's mouth, with a rust monster bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your skull. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dark Sorcerer Crushmaster held court over his horde of squat orphans, and with uncountable swings of your footaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible pissant and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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