| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of hobgoblins and raised in a dark and wild quarry. 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 Wibbleshire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Cold Crick, you found an inn with cheap barley pop and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great reaping. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got your ear caught in a gelatinous cube 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. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to muck out all the rat in your hometown of Cold Crick. So you kept going, right into the comic shop of the evil Sorcerer Arc'klor. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your leg handed to you.
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