| It was hard growing up as a barber's son in the tiny hamlet of Flytrap, in the land of Farnsworthington. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Pitlick, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of mead. He told you about the great plague of eels that had beset the entire region of Phleberron, and of the rumor that the evil Lawyer Scabstar was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a gelatinous cube and a beartrap, with a horse bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your knee. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a farmhand in some crummy backwater like Molehill or Morpork. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Frost Witchlord Krampus, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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