| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Glameroth, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a drunken, golden-haired stableboy. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Phleberron, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Pittsburgh, and heard the local chambermaid talking about the ancient tower that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Amber Idol of Hasslehoff that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were doing really well at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those bandits. That rakshasa picked the total worst time to eat your nunchuks. 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 barber in some crummy backwater like Morpork or Bobcat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Grim Giant Bonewinder, 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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