| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Eddie, but you grew tired of having to clean the floors and clean the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As you wandered the back alleys of Foobar (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Lavender Grim maw. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the barman's lost parakeet, Mrs. Cuddles. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was going great at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those badgers. That horse picked the total worst time to eat your shiv. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a bard in some crummy backwater like Rusty Nail or Hamlet. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Blood Sorcerer Grinderchicken, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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