| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of gypsies 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. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Klatch, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of honey wine. He told you about the great plague of chipmunks that had beset the entire region of Schmalbion, and of the rumor that the evil Warrior Evilthing was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen tramps with your bung trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the cockatrice showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a milkmaid in some crummy backwater like Deaf Chicken or Dogspittle. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Terror King Unpleasantor, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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