At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Simon, but you grew tired of having to hose down the floors and wash the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own.

At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Dropseat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of lager. He told you about the great plague of hamsters that had beset the entire region of Delawhat, and of the rumor that the evil Witchlord Unpleasantor was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up.

Everything was going great until you got your arse caught in a spiked pit 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.

But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Black Knight Webglow held court over his horde of simple gypsies, and with uncountable swings of your handaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible buttmunch and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).

Loot:leather leather machine of bewildering lightning
boar's brass knuckles of wimpy bat summoning
endless flagon of hobgoblin ale

Another!