| Due to a misunderstanding, your sister enrolled you in New Brunswick Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in sawing ladies in half.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Shamablamaroth in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Gallston you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Lord of Wibbleshire's raven-haired nephew 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. At first it was a real breeze, at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jerks. That owlbear picked the total worst time to eat your entrenching tool. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice Sorcerer Ribforbidden held court over his horde of buxom dire dwarves, and with uncountable swings of your flail (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible nerd and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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