| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Stubborn Mule, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as whether the chicken or the deep-fryer came first. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Morpork, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of hamsters that had beset the entire region of Crunkleford, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard Morgar was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those lizardmen. That flesh golem picked the total worst time to eat your 10' pole. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your pike, and cut your way through the hordes of hobgoblins that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Evil King Morgar, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost cousin, but you killed the halfwit anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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