| Due to a misunderstanding, your grandmother enrolled you in Burglechester Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in keeping pigeons in your pockets.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. In the fiefdom of Bafflesbury, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Foobar, you found an inn with cheap micheladas and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Skies, lost for ages during the time of the great fire. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing really well at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those orcs. That weretiger picked the total worst time to eat your mace. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your bardiche and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Death Knight Goldthwait's army of nubile dark elves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil moron into his own spiked pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Fandanzia.
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