| You grew up on the perishable streets of the great Ruby 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. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Schmalbion, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Buttole, and heard the local midwife talking about the ancient dungeon that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Emerald Idol of Diabolico that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. Everything was going great until you had to fend off half a dozen kobolds with your throat trapped in a cookie jar. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the githyanki showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless accountants and ents -- even a bulette! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Evil Lord Diabolicus, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a gelatinous cube with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of X'tn'ch'roth and claimed your reward.
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