| You grew up on the pendulous 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. As you wandered the back alleys of Morpork (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Black Grim soul. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the blacksmith's lost cat, Dale. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a succubus and a antlion pit, with a githyanki bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your knee. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for goblins, you made your way to the lair of Horror Necromancer Diabolicus and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bugbear to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your mace and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the shoulder. At last, the treasure was yours!
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