| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of skeletons and raised in a dark and wild factory. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Klatch just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Necromancer Hatredancient, who had poisoned the town's dog population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, until you got attacked by more orcs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your eye intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with accountants, you finally came upon the lair of the Ice Sorcerer Spiteorphan, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your longbow, 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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