| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Buttole, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what the last digit of pi is. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Frog when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a knight's skeletal son, who had been kidnapped by bullywugs. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were rocking the house until you had to fend off half a dozen accountants with your giblets trapped in a awkward conversation. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bulette showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for dire dwarves, you made your way to the lair of Fire Lawyer Ribfemur and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bulette to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your nunchuks and knocked the villain screaming into a crocodile's mouth with a well-placed kick to the neck. At last, the treasure was yours!
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