| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Stubborn Mule, without a nephew or grandma to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. In the fiefdom of Calamaria, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cowpat, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great upheaval. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It was pretty easy, until you dropped your staff in a spiked pit and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the hobos showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your Greyhawk Army knife, and cut your way through the hordes of dire dwarves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Terror Necromancer Morgar, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepsister, but you killed the idiot anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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