| It was hard growing up as a squire's son in the tiny hamlet of Frog, in the land of Keaton. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) You headed off into the wild wilderness of Reeves in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Schmalbion you heard a town crier shouting about how the a knight's drunken stepsister had been kidnapped by gangsters, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more orcs than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your eye intact! However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a town crier in some crummy backwater like Sto Lat or Buttole. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Evil Witchlord Grimtooth, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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