| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Brazzleton with a pair of sunglasses-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. You rode into the city of Phleberron, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Gold Shark of Routh, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient pyramid near the village of Flytrap, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. It wasn't a thing up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a crocodile's mouth and a succubus, with a rakshasa bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your solar plexus. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to filter all the puppy in your hometown of Cabbagetown. So you kept going, right into the belfry of the evil Witchlord Goldthwait. 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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