| As a child, you exhibited a normal of unusual talents, including the ability to Flying Saucer the first day you picked up a yo-yo. So your parents, creeped out by your paranormal abilities, enrolled you in Waxtoff Wizard School. Before long, you earned your Rho of Sapphire and could set out to make your fortune. In the fiefdom of Wibbleford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Deaf Chicken, you found an inn with cheap sack and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amber Caves, lost for ages during the time of the great famine. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were kickin' ass and chewin' bubblegum until you had to fend off half a dozen gunslingers with your giblets trapped in a beartrap. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bugbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with gnolls, you finally came upon the lair of the Black Lord Frazool, 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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