| You grew up on the squat streets of the great Emerald 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. In the fiefdom of Calamaria, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Flytrap, you found an inn with cheap sack and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Gold Woods, lost for ages during the time of the great fire. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more bullywugs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ear intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice Warlock Xxyrg held court over his horde of red-headed ents, and with uncountable swings of your sack of doorknobs (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible poseur and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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