| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Chocolatebury Grove with a wizard hat-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. Having heard many rumors about how Heliotropehawk was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding jocks (who had already looted and burned the villages of Flytrap, Pitlick, and Ironforge), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the solar plexus of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a radical job until you had to fend off half a dozen gangsters with your ankle trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your staff, and cut your way through the hordes of indigent native tribesmen that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Blood Overlord Baaaal, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost second cousin, but you killed the assjacket anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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