| Due to a misunderstanding, your wife enrolled you in Blurstishire Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in card tricks.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. In the fiefdom of Routh, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Buttole, you found an inn with cheap lager and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Gold Plains, lost for ages during the time of the great rain of %pluralanimals. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You had a good handle on it until you got attacked by more orphans than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your foot intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Demon Knight Bloodyboar held court over his horde of drunken gnolls, and with uncountable swings of your entrenching tool (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible gimp and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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