| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Enid, but you grew tired of having to wash the floors and hose down the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Bobcat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley pop. He told you about the great plague of badgers that had beset the entire region of Glameroth, and of the rumor that the evil Warrior Thornlittle was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you dropped your spoon in a sphere of annihilation and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the orphans showed up. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless accountants and skeletons -- even a rakshasa! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Fire Sorcerer Diabolicus, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a spiked pit with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Waxton and claimed your reward.
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