| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Leroy, but you grew tired of having to brush the floors and feed the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Whacking when you met the town squire. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Lord of Crunkleton's serpent-tongued son, who had been kidnapped by gangsters. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. It wasn't a thing until you dropped your footaxe in a antlion pit and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the orphans showed up. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to clean all the weasel in your hometown of Quirm. So you kept going, right into the brewery of the evil Troll Xxyrg. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your face handed to you.
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