| Due to a misunderstanding, your grandma enrolled you in Prefectford Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in keeping pigeons in your pockets.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. In the fiefdom of Blurstishire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Malph, you found an inn with cheap jell-o shots and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Emerald Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great winnowing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. Everything was hunky-dory until you dropped your longbow in a cheese-grater and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gunslingers showed up. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with tramps, you finally came upon the lair of the Dragon King Boneover, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your bardiche, 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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