| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Dropseat, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what the last digit of pi is. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. In the fiefdom of Waltermatthau, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Foobar, you found an inn with cheap tequiza and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver River, lost for ages during the time of the great rain of %pluralanimals. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing a neat job until you got your foot caught in a iron maiden and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's sewer, dispatching orcs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Grim Sorcerer Englebert. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your bardiche into his bung. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil yokel was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Ov'reezy.
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