| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Jonas, but you grew tired of having to shine the floors and filter the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As you wandered the back alleys of Cheddarwurst (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Alizarin Blood blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Sultan's lost mongoose, Nick. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It wasn't a thing but you soon were confounded by a fiendish guess-which-of-these-bottles-is-poison puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were upset as an underfed marmoset. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a sewer infested with hobos, you finally came upon the lair of the Dark Giant Arc'klor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your nunchuks, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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