| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Prefectford with a can of sardines-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 Dogspittle (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 haberdashery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Thistle Dirge blade. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a charwoman's lost budgie, Mr. Snugglesworth. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a sphere of annihilation and a spiked pit, with a bugbear bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your eye. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your shiv, and cut your way through the hordes of gangsters that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Dark Marquis Krampus, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost aunt, but you killed the wuss anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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