| You grew up on the expensive streets of the great Diamond City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Quirm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of root beer. He told you about the great plague of eels that had beset the entire region of Farc'b'n, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Blackfist was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, until you dropped your bardiche in a iron maiden and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gunslingers showed up. 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 skeletons, you made your way to the lair of Evil Troll Goldthwait and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul shoggoth to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your battleaxe and knocked the villain screaming into a vending machine with a well-placed kick to the giblets. At last, the treasure was yours!
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