| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Goldthwaitia, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a nubile, fat seamstress. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As you wandered the back alleys of Molehill (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 granary. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Chocolate Dread knife. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Sultan's lost weasel, Cuddlesworth. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing a swell job until you dropped your bardiche in a succubus and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the skeletons showed up. 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 squire in some crummy backwater like Morpork or Hamlet. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Horror Overlord Scabhold, 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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