| You grew up on the awful streets of the great Silver 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 you wandered the back alleys of Cold Crick (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 ironmongery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Chestnut Grim wind. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a farmer's lost mongoose, Yuri. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more dark elves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arm intact! You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for hobos, you made your way to the lair of Vampire Devil Lord Warblade and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul hellhound to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the skull. At last, the treasure was yours!
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