| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Pitlick, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as why 'abbreviated' is such a long word. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. Having heard many rumors about how Gallston was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding skeletons (who had already looted and burned the villages of Deaf Chicken, Dogspittle, and Rusty Nail), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the solar plexus of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a great job but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rune-deciphering puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were mad as an underfed goldfish. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to wax all the banana slug in your hometown of Pitlick. So you kept going, right into the smithy of the evil Barbarian Grindulna. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your bung handed to you.
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