| It was hard growing up as a stableboy's son in the tiny hamlet of Bobcat, in the land of Prefectford. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Frog, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of mead. He told you about the great plague of pigs that had beset the entire region of Limberford, and of the rumor that the evil Witchlord Morgar was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen gunslingers with your elbow trapped in a cheese-grater. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the bulette showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Shadow Overlord Evilthing held court over his horde of buxom jerks, and with uncountable swings of your teddy bear (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible nerd and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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