| You grew up on the rich 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. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Keaton, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Ironforge, and heard the local tavernkeep talking about the ancient strip mall that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Emerald Idol of Grunwold 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 a radical job up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a beartrap and a iron maiden, with a weretiger bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your calf. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean), and cut your way through the hordes of dire dwarves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Black Troll Morgar, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost daughter, but you killed the assjacket anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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