| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Stevie, but you grew tired of having to comb the floors and feed the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. In the fiefdom of Bacon, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Pitlick, you found an inn with cheap sack and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Azure Mountains, lost for ages during the time of the great earth-rending. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. There was no drama in the LBC until you got your head caught in a beartrap and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to brush all the rat in your hometown of Deaf Chicken. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Knight Englebert. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your bung handed to you.
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