| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Flytrap, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as who invented the paperclip. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. You rode into the city of Waltermatthau, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Sapphire Stork of Keaton, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient tomb near the village of Phlegm, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. It was pretty easy, until you dropped your scythe in a spiked pit and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the indigent native tribesmen showed up. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a serf in some crummy backwater like Mudhole or Molehill. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Horror King Diabolicus, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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