| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Madlib, without a dad or aunt to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Cold Crick. There, you met the blacksmith's underdeveloped grandmother, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Amber Penguin. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You had a good handle on it until you got your eye caught in a antlion pit and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. 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 desperados, you made your way to the lair of Terror Troll Morgar and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rust monster to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your staff and knocked the villain screaming into a spiked pit with a well-placed kick to the ankle. At last, the treasure was yours!
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