| Life was hard as a young man growing up in the city of Shuntington, and it became even harder when you had your heart stolen by a comely, drunken blacksmith. You became a Thief, in order to steal it back (with interest). As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Cavill, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Hamlet, and heard the local village idiot talking about the ancient dungeon that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Arc'klor that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You weren't having any problems up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a antlion pit and a cookie jar, with a gazebo bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your arse. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your Leatherman and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Grim Giant Englebert's army of red-headed kobolds. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bimbo into his own awkward conversation, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Routh.
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