| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Glameroth with a astrolabe-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. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Morpork just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Barbarian Dave, who had poisoned the town's rat population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. Everything was going great until you got attacked by more kobolds than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your elbow intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Fire Necromancer Hatredunder held court over his horde of red-headed orcs, and with uncountable swings of your dagger (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible rat and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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