| You grew up on the fantastic 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. In the fiefdom of New Brunswick, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Bobcat, you found an inn with cheap lager and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Gold Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great earth-rending. 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 had to fend off half a dozen dark elves with your foot trapped in a cookie jar. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the lich showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your brass knuckles and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dragon Wizard Xxyrg's army of skeletal badgers. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil idiot into his own sphere of annihilation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Lurkmoor.
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