| Due to a misunderstanding, your mom enrolled you in Winklesbury Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in cupping your balls.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Morpork, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley pop. He told you about the great plague of newts that had beset the entire region of Crunkleton, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Diabolicus was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You had a good handle on it until you got attacked by more dire dwarves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arm intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless dark elves and jocks -- even a bulette! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Ice Knight Evilthing, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cookie jar with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Cavill and claimed your reward.
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