| It was hard growing up as a midwife's son in the tiny hamlet of Piehole, in the land of Marmosettia. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Stubborn Mule just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Necromancer Baaaal, who had poisoned the town's boa constrictor population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those hobgoblins. That owlbear picked the total worst time to eat your footaxe. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless goblins and skeletons -- even a bugbear! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Death Lawyer Dave, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a lava pool with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Flansburgh and claimed your reward.
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