| It was hard growing up as a serf's son in the tiny hamlet of Piehole, in the land of Goldthwaitia. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) Having heard many rumors about how Limberford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding hobos (who had already looted and burned the villages of Deaf Chicken, Cabbagetown, and Pitlick), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the neck of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a antlion pit, got attacked by thieves, and got your lower back bitten off by a rakshasa. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a strip mall infested with barbarians, you finally came upon the lair of the Vampire Warlock Blackfist, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your teddy bear, 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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