| Due to a misunderstanding, your grandmother enrolled you in Schmalbion Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in cupping your balls.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. Having heard many rumors about how Ov'reezy was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding orphans (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pittsburgh, Hamlet, and Cold Crick), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the head of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, but then you wandered into a room totally full of ents, plus a cordovan slaad, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to scour all the cat in your hometown of Phlegm. So you kept going, right into the owlry of the evil Necromancer Grognard. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your throat handed to you.
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