| It was hard growing up as a blacksmith's son in the tiny hamlet of Molehill, in the land of Hamonrye. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) As you wandered the back alleys of Ironforge (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned horse stable. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Lilac Dark crest. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the village idiot's lost gerbil, Mrs. Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing a far-out job until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by desperados, and got your eye bitten off by a hellhound. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dire dwarves and thieves -- even a bugbear! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Frost Necromancer Hasslehoff, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a succubus with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Yarbleshire and claimed your reward.
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