| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of lizardmen and raised in a dark and wild forest. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. As you wandered the back alleys of Morpork (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 tallow rending plant. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Forest Dusk maw. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the town crier's lost kitten, Mrs. Woogie. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a vending machine and a beartrap, with a mind flayer bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your skull. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Frost Knight Evilthing held court over his horde of buxom dire dwarves, and with uncountable swings of your 10' pole (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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