| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Bale with a fork-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. As you wandered the back alleys of Frog (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Ruby Dirge knife. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Earl of Bacon's lost gerbil, Max. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more gnolls than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your elbow intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless jerks and gnolls -- even a carrion crawler! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Fire Necromancer Xxyrg, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cookie jar with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Crunkleford and claimed your reward.
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