| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Febreezia with a astrolabe-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. In the fiefdom of Lurkmoor, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Mudhole, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Diamond Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great flood. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen hobos with your head trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with hobos, you finally came upon the lair of the Terror Giant Grimtooth, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your sword, 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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