| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Winklesbury with a bag of money-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. In the fiefdom of Crunkleton, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Mondale, you found an inn with cheap firewater and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Sapphire Caves, lost for ages during the time of the great Bleen Wars. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was going great but then you wandered into a room totally full of barbarians, plus a bulette, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your flail, and cut your way through the hordes of bandits that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Terror Warlock Grognard, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost roommate, but you killed the lunatic anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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