| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Crunkleton with a cummerbund-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. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Sto Lat when you met the town village idiot. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the blacksmith's thin cousin, who had been kidnapped by hobos. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was going great but you soon were confounded by a fiendish color-matching puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were upset as an underfed earwig. 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 orcs, you made your way to the lair of Devil Sorcerer Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul horse to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your shiv and knocked the villain screaming into a lava pool with a well-placed kick to the elbow. At last, the treasure was yours!
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