| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Waltermatthau with a compass-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. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Sto Lat when you met the town "seamstress". That worthy begged you to try and rescue the town crier's simple homie, who had been kidnapped by badgers. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You had a good handle on it at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those gypsies. That weretiger picked the total worst time to eat your shiv. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Black King Bleedraccoon held court over his horde of simple gangsters, and with uncountable swings of your spoon (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible tool and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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