| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of kobolds 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. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dumpington when you met the town bard. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Grand Vizier's half-witted nephew, who had been kidnapped by dire dwarves. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it until you got your throat caught in a iron maiden and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Horror Barbarian Morgar held court over his horde of comely ents, and with uncountable swings of your handaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible moron and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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