| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Pittsburgh, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what sausages are made out of. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Mondale when you met the town chambermaid. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Earl of Phleberron's golden-haired grandfather, who had been kidnapped by bandits. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. It wasn't a thing up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a succubus and a beartrap, with a gazebo bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your solar plexus. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your shillelagh and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Frost Overlord Strikewind's army of underdeveloped gnolls. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil douchebag into his own lava pool, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Flansburgh.
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