| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Arthur, but you grew tired of having to wax the floors and muck out 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 Routh was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding hobos (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pitlick, Flytrap, and Cold Crick), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. At first it was a real breeze, but then you wandered into a room totally full of orphans, plus a mimic, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. 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 chambermaid in some crummy backwater like Frog or Bobcat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Demon Giant Englebert, 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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