| You grew up on the squishy streets of the great Silver 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 Fandanzia, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Frog, and heard the local barber talking about the ancient tomb that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Azure Idol of Diablolo 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 but then you wandered into a room totally full of bullywugs, plus a beholder, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your footaxe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire Overlord Diablolo's army of half-witted dark elves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil assface into his own swinging razor-sharp pendulum, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Wibbleshire.
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