| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Claudius, but you grew tired of having to wash the floors and wax 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 Morpork when you met the town milkmaid. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the blacksmith's underdeveloped grandmother, who had been kidnapped by desperados. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. It wasn't a thing until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a gelatinous cube, got attacked by kobolds, and got your groin bitten off by a carrion crawler. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with lizardmen, you finally came upon the lair of the Evil Warlock Frazool, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your handaxe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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