| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Sven, but you grew tired of having to wax the floors and laminate 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 Wibbleshire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding desperados (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pittsburgh, Cowpat, and Foobar), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the eye of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. Everything was going great until you got lost in a tomb -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet flail +1 in a owlbear's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some thieves into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the nipple. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for bullywugs, you made your way to the lair of Vampire Witchlord Dave and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul rakshasa to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your magic wand and knocked the villain screaming into a lava pool with a well-placed kick to the bung. At last, the treasure was yours!
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