| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Burblegroat with a kazoo-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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Shamablamaroth in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Crunkleford you heard a town crier shouting about how the the Poo-bah's homely niece had been kidnapped by gangsters, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. There was no drama in the LBC until you had to fend off half a dozen gypsies with your thigh trapped in a lava pool. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the gazebo showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your 10' pole and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Vampire Lawyer Evilthing's army of nubile gnolls. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil bimbo into his own iron maiden, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Reeves.
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