| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Cletus, but you grew tired of having to comb the floors and brush the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cheddarwurst, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of sheep that had beset the entire region of Hambonia, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Badfella was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen hobgoblins with your head trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the hellhound showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's pyramid, dispatching gypsies left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Blood Warrior Arc'klor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your spoon into his leg. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil troll was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Marmosettia.
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