| Due to a misunderstanding, your girlfriend enrolled you in Wibbleford Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in card tricks.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Hamlet, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of jell-o shots. He told you about the great plague of lions that had beset the entire region of Flanders, and of the rumor that the evil Witchlord Englebert was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You had a good handle on it until you had to fend off half a dozen bullywugs with your bung trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bulette showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dark elves and jocks -- even a mind flayer! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Dragon Wizard Diablolo, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a sphere of annihilation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Flabbernathy and claimed your reward.
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