| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Madlib, without a grandpa or wife to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Hamonrye in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Burblegroat you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Grand Vizier's simple daughter had been kidnapped by lizardmen, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen desperados with your neck trapped in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the rust monster showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a seamstress in some crummy backwater like Cabbagetown or Pittsburgh. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Blood Sorcerer Blackfist, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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