| You grew up on the immoral streets of the great Amber City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Bobcat just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Lord Grognard, who had poisoned the town's banana slug population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You had a good handle on it until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a gelatinous cube, got attacked by dark elves, and got your lower back bitten off by a bugbear. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a pyramid infested with bullywugs, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Necromancer Mephistor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your shillelagh, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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