| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Shaffly-on-Surrey with a potato-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. Having heard many rumors about how Shuntington was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding bandits (who had already looted and burned the villages of Mondale, Rusty Nail, and Cowpat), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the neck of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish statue-pushing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were depressed as an underfed marmoset. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless ents and dark elves -- even a lich! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Terror Overlord Dave, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a antlion pit with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Yarbleshire and claimed your reward.
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