| You grew up on the bad streets of the great Azure 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 Foobar (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 haberdashery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Periwinkle Dark wing. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the blacksmith's lost rat, Gustav. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You had a good handle on it but then you wandered into a room totally full of thieves, plus a rust monster, 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 crypt, dispatching hobos left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Terror Witchlord Mephistor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your Greyhawk Army knife into his lower back. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil butthole was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Farc'b'n.
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