| Due to a misunderstanding, your mom enrolled you in Bafflesbury Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in pulling rabbits out of hats.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. In the fiefdom of Hamonrye, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Hamlet, you found an inn with cheap ale and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Ruby Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great cataclysm. 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 at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those jocks. That bulette picked the total worst time to eat your bastard sword. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for tramps, you made your way to the lair of Devil Wizard Grognard and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul weretiger to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your club and knocked the villain screaming into a spiked pit with a well-placed kick to the lower back. At last, the treasure was yours!
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