| Due to a misunderstanding, your wife enrolled you in Winklesbury Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in pulling rabbits out of hats.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Spazmotic when you met the town bard. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Marquis of Waxtoff's comely niece, who had been kidnapped by accountants. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was going great until you had to fend off half a dozen skeletons with your solar plexus trapped in a crocodile's mouth. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the roper showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a sewer infested with tramps, you finally came upon the lair of the Black Necromancer Morgar, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your staff, 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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