| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Gallston with a stock portfolio-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 you wandered the back alleys of Cabbagetown (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned pig stable. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Liver Dusk mist. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Grand Vizier's lost guinea pig, Craine. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You had a good handle on it until you got your solar plexus caught in a vending machine and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a crypt infested with dire dwarves, you finally came upon the lair of the Terror Warrior Unpleasantor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your handaxe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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