| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Farnsworthington with a toilet seat-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. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Piehole. There, you met a knight's raven-haired stepchild, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Azure Beaver. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were doing a radical job until you got lost in a pyramid -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet scythe +1 in a roper's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some ents into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the groin. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your brass knuckles, and cut your way through the hordes of gypsies that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Black Lord Poisonsacrum, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost daughter, but you killed the spaz anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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