| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Alex, but you grew tired of having to feed the floors and wash the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Yarbleshire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Molehill, and heard the local tavernkeep talking about the ancient dungeon that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Gold Idol of Savageforgotten that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your brass knuckles in a sphere of annihilation and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gangsters showed up. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spoon and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Death King Thornancient's army of raven-haired dark elves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil airhead into his own swinging razor-sharp pendulum, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Prefectford.
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