| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Routh, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a half-witted, sexy stableboy. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As you wandered the back alleys of Dogspittle (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Amber Death mist. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Lord of Waltermatthau's lost cat, Mrs. Cuddlesworth. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen goblins with your thigh trapped in a succubus. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the mimic showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tomb, dispatching ents left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dragon King Evilthing. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your shiv into his skull. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil tool was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Claremont.
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