| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Enid, but you grew tired of having to rake the floors and exfoliate the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. Having heard many rumors about how Prefectford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding barbarians (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cold Crick, Dropseat, and Frog), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the groin of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was hunky-dory until you dropped your "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) in a vending machine and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gnolls showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your scythe, and cut your way through the hordes of thieves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Skull Lawyer Grunwold, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost cousin, but you killed the jerk anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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