| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Waxton, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a golden-haired, cunning chambermaid. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Bobcat when you met the town farmhand. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Earl of Routh's red-headed son, who had been kidnapped by orcs. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those badgers. That ruby slaad picked the total worst time to eat your halberd. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a barber in some crummy backwater like Mondale or Dropseat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Skull Overlord Mawlittle, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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