| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Phlegm, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what sausages are made out of. 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 Ironforge, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of lager. He told you about the great plague of lions that had beset the entire region of Schmalbion, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Diabolico was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing a awesome job until you got lost in a crypt -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet bastard sword +1 in a rust monster's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some skeletons into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the eye. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to mop all the hissing cockroach in your hometown of Rusty Nail. So you kept going, right into the tallow rending plant of the evil Marquis Arc'klor. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your solar plexus handed to you.
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