| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Hambonia with a potato-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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Bafflesbury in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Waxton you heard a town crier shouting about how the the town crier's underdeveloped aunt had been kidnapped by dark elves, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum but then you wandered into a room totally full of bullywugs, plus a githyanki, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Grim Lawyer Hasslehoff held court over his horde of simple gypsies, and with uncountable swings of your footaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible has-been and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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