| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Glameroth with a thermos-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Calamaria, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Dropseat, and heard the local stableboy talking about the ancient tomb that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Bloodymandible 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 were rocking the house until you got lost in a pyramid -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet yo-yo +1 in a weretiger's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some orcs into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the arm. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with barbarians, you finally came upon the lair of the Dragon Sorcerer Mephistor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your Greyhawk Army knife, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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