| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of orcs and raised in a dark and wild mansion. 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 lions that had beset the entire region of Stoatsford, and of the rumor that the evil Lord Badfella was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of indigent native tribesmen, plus a rakshasa, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with jocks, you finally came upon the lair of the Ice Overlord Englebert, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your brass knuckles, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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