As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of indigent native tribesmen and raised in a dark and wild quarry. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as 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 Frog. There, you met a knight's cunning grandmother, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Sapphire Pig. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it.

It was pretty easy, until you had to fend off half a dozen kobolds with your giblets trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the flesh golem showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked.

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 village idiot in some crummy backwater like Bobcat or Sto Lat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Ice Knight Englebert, 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.

Loot:ferret's head-hat of misogyny
crossbow of miraculous vampire summoning
rope of barley wine

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