| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Yarbleshire with a tophat-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. In the fiefdom of Burglechester, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Pitlick, you found an inn with cheap micheladas and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Amethyst Forests, lost for ages during the time of the great fire. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. There was no drama in the LBC until you got attacked by more desperados than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your thigh intact! Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's dungeon, dispatching jerks left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Dark Warrior Grunwold. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your Leatherman into his throat. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil airhead was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Schmalbion.
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