| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Lurkmoor, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a homely, cunning town crier. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). 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 Sto Lat. There, you met the Lord of Myrtlehawk's quarter-witted uncle, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Sapphire Penguin. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. There was no drama in the LBC at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those orphans. That rust monster picked the total worst time to eat your club. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Fire Sorcerer Savagebear held court over his horde of homely kobolds, and with uncountable swings of your knife (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible tool and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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