| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Ryan, but you grew tired of having to comb the floors and clean the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Farc'b'n in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Llewllamarall you heard a town crier shouting about how the the blacksmith's comely grandfather had been kidnapped by gypsies, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a vending machine, got attacked by goblins, and got your kidney bitten off by a flesh golem. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Demon Lord Mephistor held court over his horde of raven-haired orphans, and with uncountable swings of your crossbow (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible tard and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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