| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Crunkleford with a pair of sunglasses-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. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Pig-in-a-Poke. There, you met an inkeeper's sexy homie, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Sapphire Bumblebee. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were doing a far-out job until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a meat grinder, got attacked by desperados, and got your arse bitten off by a githyanki. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Grim Devil Lord Goldthwait held court over his horde of squat accountants, and with uncountable swings of your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible pig and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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