| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of dark elves and raised in a dark and wild forest. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. In the fiefdom of Flabbernathy, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Dumpington, you found an inn with cheap zima and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Sapphire Plains, lost for ages during the time of the great upheaval. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You weren't having any problems until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a antlion pit, got attacked by goblins, and got your eye bitten off by a rakshasa. 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 gangsters, you made your way to the lair of Ice Lord Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul owlbear to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your halberd and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the lower back. At last, the treasure was yours!
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