| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Sto Lat, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as why 'abbreviated' is such a long word. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Mudhole, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of firewater. He told you about the great plague of sheep that had beset the entire region of Cavill, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Evilthing was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It was pretty easy, but then you wandered into a room totally full of tramps, plus a flesh golem, 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 footaxe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire King Hasslehoff's army of squat desperados. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil tard into his own vending machine, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Reeves.
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