| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Foobar, without a uncle or daughter to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. In the fiefdom of Crunkleton, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Bobcat, you found an inn with cheap micheladas and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby River, lost for ages during the time of the great rain of %pluralanimals. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were rocking the house at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jocks. That roper picked the total worst time to eat your yo-yo. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for tramps, you made your way to the lair of Blood Marquis Englebert and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rust monster to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your sword and knocked the villain screaming into a lava pool with a well-placed kick to the arm. At last, the treasure was yours!
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