| You grew up on the squat 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. In the fiefdom of Yarbleshire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Malph, you found an inn with cheap mead and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Diamond Caves, lost for ages during the time of the great fire. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing a sweet job but then you wandered into a room totally full of gypsies, plus a horse, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's ruin, dispatching gnolls left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Terror Barbarian Diablolo. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your handaxe into his bung. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil yokel was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Crunkleford.
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