| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Pitlick, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what the last digit of pi is. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Pitlick when you met the town barber. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a farmer's golden-haired second cousin, who had been kidnapped by jocks. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those barbarians. That shoggoth picked the total worst time to eat your spear. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with gangsters, you finally came upon the lair of the Ice Troll Mephistor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your shiv, 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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