| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Stitch, but you grew tired of having to depilitate the floors and sweep the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Bobcat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of zima. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Waxton, and of the rumor that the evil Barbarian Goldthwait 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 were doing a tubular job until you dropped your footaxe in a cheese-grater and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the jerks showed up. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a necropolis infested with bandits, you finally came upon the lair of the Skull Lawyer Diabolicus, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your club, 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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