| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Louis, but you grew tired of having to laminate the floors and groom the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Ironforge just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil King Woundedradius, who had poisoned the town's marmoset population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You weren't having any problems until you got lost in a dungeon -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet Leatherman +1 in a shoggoth's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some bullywugs into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the knee. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a milkmaid in some crummy backwater like Flytrap or Stubborn Mule. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Shadow Warrior Mephistor, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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