| You grew up on the wet streets of the great Silver 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 Waxton, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Rusty Nail, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver River, lost for ages during the time of the great earth-rending. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen barbarians with your calf trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the shoggoth showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your longbow, and cut your way through the hordes of gnolls that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Ice Barbarian Diabolico, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepchild, but you killed the smartass anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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