| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Stoatsford with a boot-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 Crunkleford in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Wibbleshire you heard a town crier shouting about how the the barman's sexy second cousin had been kidnapped by badgers, 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 until you got your giblets caught in a lava pool and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Horror Marquis Krampus held court over his horde of golden-haired indigent native tribesmen, and with uncountable swings of your pike (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible lunatic and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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