| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Phlegm, without a grandpa or daughter 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 Stoatsford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Spazmotic, you found an inn with cheap micheladas and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Oceans, lost for ages during the time of the great Cerulean Wars. 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, but then you wandered into a room totally full of bandits, plus a bulette, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your scythe, and cut your way through the hordes of jocks that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Horror Witchlord Grognard, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost daughter, but you killed the bastard anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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