| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Gallston with a paper towel-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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of X'tn'ch'roth in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Limberford you heard a town crier shouting about how the a farmer's skeletal stepchild had been kidnapped by jocks, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. You were rocking the house until you got attacked by more barbarians than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your elbow intact! Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spear and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Horror Warlock Hasslehoff's army of raven-haired lizardmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil tool into his own succubus, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Shaffly-on-Surrey.
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