| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Llewllamarall, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a comely, simple bard. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). Having heard many rumors about how Glameroth was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Morpork, and Cabbagetown), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the throat of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those gnolls. That gazebo picked the total worst time to eat your sack of doorknobs. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Shadow Knight Mephistor held court over his horde of skeletal tramps, and with uncountable swings of your sword (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible buttface and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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