| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Elizabeth, but you grew tired of having to scour the floors and hose down the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As you wandered the back alleys of Flytrap (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 pig stable. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Turquoise Dark maw. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Marquis of Flansburgh's lost sugar glider, Princess. 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 but you soon were confounded by a fiendish series of carefully timed jumps puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were angry as an underfed weasel. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to depilitate all the kitten in your hometown of Rusty Nail. So you kept going, right into the wagon wash of the evil Marquis Breakcarve. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your face handed to you.
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