| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Shorty, but you grew tired of having to clean the floors and mop the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. In the fiefdom of Phleberron, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Dogspittle, you found an inn with cheap barley pop and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Woods, lost for ages during the time of the great cleansing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those accountants. That flesh golem picked the total worst time to eat your 10' pole. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's ruin, dispatching orphans left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Horror King Arc'klor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your crossbow into his foot. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil git was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Prefectford.
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