| Due to a misunderstanding, your wife enrolled you in Blurstishire Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in sawing ladies in half.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. As you wandered the back alleys of Madlib (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 wagon wash. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Cerulean Fear grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the town crier's lost ferret, Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was going great until you got attacked by more orphans than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your knee 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 accountants, you made your way to the lair of Horror King Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul mimic to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your 10' pole and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the face. At last, the treasure was yours!
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