| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Glenn, but you grew tired of having to comb the floors and feed the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Quirm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Giant Diabolicus, who had poisoned the town's banana slug population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those thieves. That cobalt slaad picked the total worst time to eat your Greyhawk Army knife. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a dungeon infested with hobgoblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Fire Barbarian Grunwold, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your handaxe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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