| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Zevroozlchester with a ladle-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. Having heard many rumors about how Swampleton was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding goblins (who had already looted and burned the villages of Ironforge, Dumpington, and Madlib), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the calf of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great until you dropped your mace in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gangsters showed up. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for ents, you made your way to the lair of Terror Overlord Xxyrg and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul shoggoth to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a awkward conversation with a well-placed kick to the ankle. At last, the treasure was yours!
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