| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Flanders with a bean-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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Hamonrye in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Coney Island you heard a town crier shouting about how the the village idiot's drunken stepchild had been kidnapped by orcs, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You had a good handle on it but then you wandered into a room totally full of bullywugs, plus a shoggoth, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your shiv and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Dragon Troll Unpleasantor's army of ugly indigent native tribesmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil assface into his own lava pool, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Burglechester.
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