| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Swampleton with a birdbath-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Molehill when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Sultan's tattooed aunt, who had been kidnapped by desperados. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You were rocking the house until you got attacked by more goblins than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ankle intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless jocks and gnolls -- even a owlbear! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Black Knight Hasslehoff, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a awkward conversation with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Delawhat and claimed your reward.
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