| Due to a misunderstanding, your girlfriend enrolled you in Prefectford Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in card tricks.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Ironforge. There, you met a fisherman's sexy homie, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Emerald Raven. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen accountants with your calf trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the mimic showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless skeletons and desperados -- even a weretiger! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Blood Barbarian Blackfist, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a awkward conversation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Crunkleford and claimed your reward.
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