| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Bale with a pocketwatch-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. Having heard many rumors about how Llewllamarall was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding skeletons (who had already looted and burned the villages of Morpork, Cold Crick, and Mondale), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the leg of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a neat job until you got attacked by more desperados than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your kidney intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with tramps, you finally came upon the lair of the Death Wizard Fangsword, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your sack of doorknobs, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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