| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Hamlet, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as whether the chicken or the deep-fryer came first. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Mudhole when you met the town squire. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the town crier's half-witted nephew, who had been kidnapped by jerks. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to fend off half a dozen dire dwarves with your face trapped in a antlion pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the carrion crawler showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your shiv and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Evil Lord Arc'klor's army of underdeveloped lizardmen. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil dork into his own antlion pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Bale.
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