| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Bale, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a homely, quarter-witted stableboy. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Hamlet just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Barbarian Xxyrg, who had poisoned the town's weasel population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It wasn't a thing up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a crocodile's mouth and a lava pool, with a carrion crawler bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your shoulder. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Grim Knight Baaaal held court over his horde of bright-eyed barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your halberd (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible douchewad and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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