| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of dark elves and raised in a dark and wild cave. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Pittsburgh, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of fish that had beset the entire region of Burblegroat, and of the rumor that the evil Witchlord Krampus was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen barbarians with your ear trapped in a cookie jar. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the shoggoth showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your 10' pole, and cut your way through the hordes of bullywugs that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Devil Warrior Grunwold, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost nephew, but you killed the rat anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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