|At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Louis, but you grew tired of having to depilitate the floors and sweep the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own.|
You headed off into the wild wilderness of Gallston in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Febreezia you heard a town crier shouting about how the the town crier's ugly homie had been kidnapped by gypsies, 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.
Everything was going great up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a spiked pit and a sphere of annihilation, with a owlbear bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your knee.
But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Evil Troll Frazool held court over his horde of nubile barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your shiv (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible tool and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).