| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of barbarians and raised in a dark and wild mineshaft. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. Having heard many rumors about how Wibbleshire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding barbarians (who had already looted and burned the villages of Mondale, Pitlick, and Rusty Nail), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the ankle of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing really well until you had to fend off half a dozen barbarians with your calf trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the carrion crawler showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's necropolis, dispatching gnolls left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Evil Sorcerer Baaaal. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your footaxe into his ankle. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil butthole was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Swampleton.
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