| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of skeletons and raised in a dark and wild cave. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Phleberron in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Waxtoff you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Lord of Limberford's half-witted son had been kidnapped by orphans, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you got your leg caught in a sphere of annihilation and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Blood Warlock Screamingglow held court over his horde of quarter-witted indigent native tribesmen, and with uncountable swings of your shillelagh (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible wierdo and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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