| You grew up on the hot streets of the great Ruby 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. Having heard many rumors about how Delawhat was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gnolls (who had already looted and burned the villages of Sto Lat, Rusty Nail, and Dumpington), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the ankle of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, got attacked by badgers, and got your solar plexus bitten off by a weretiger. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Devil Wizard Krampus held court over his horde of serpent-tongued dark elves, and with uncountable swings of your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible buttmunch and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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