| Due to a misunderstanding, your wife enrolled you in Shaffly-on-Surrey Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in learning how to deal from the bottom of the deck.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Morpork just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Barbarian Gristlehumerus, who had poisoned the town's kitten population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish hurl-birds-at-pigs puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed puppy. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a crypt infested with hobgoblins, you finally came upon the lair of the Skull Sorcerer Clawsun, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your dagger, 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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