| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Deaf Chicken, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as who invented the paperclip. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Spazmotic, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of stout. He told you about the great plague of swine that had beset the entire region of Shuntington, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Morgar 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 were rocking the house until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet mace +1 in a mind flayer's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some desperados into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the throat. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dragon Troll Mephistor held court over his horde of simple lizardmen, and with uncountable swings of your pike (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible assface and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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