| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Yancy, but you grew tired of having to clean the floors and feed the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Dropseat when you met the town seamstress. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Grand Vizier's fat aunt, who had been kidnapped by bullywugs. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you got attacked by more hobos than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your bung intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Ice Giant Mephistor held court over his horde of raven-haired barbarians, and with uncountable swings of your 10' pole (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible twit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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