| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Morcestecershire with a stapler-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. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Gallston, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Pig-in-a-Poke, and heard the local squire talking about the ancient dungeon that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Evilthing that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more goblins than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your leg intact! You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for gnolls, you made your way to the lair of Devil Sorcerer Frazool and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul pink slaad to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your spoon and knocked the villain screaming into a vending machine with a well-placed kick to the giblets. At last, the treasure was yours!
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