| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Colin, but you grew tired of having to hose down the floors and rake the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Buttole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Necromancer Diabolico, who had poisoned the town's goldfish population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was going great at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dire dwarves. That bugbear picked the total worst time to eat your magic wand. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice King Scarsun held court over his horde of simple badgers, and with uncountable swings of your mace (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible troll and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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