| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Nickelodeon with a chair-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. As you wandered the back alleys of Phlegm (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 belfry. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Moss Grim soul. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Earl of Winklesbury's lost goldfish, Davenport. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more dark elves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your calf intact! But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to sweep all the ferret in your hometown of Madlib. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Witchlord 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 giblets handed to you.
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