| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Ironforge, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what sausages are made out of. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Quirm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of sarsaparilla. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Blurstishire, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Woundedlost 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 rocking the house at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dark elves. That mimic picked the total worst time to eat your sack of doorknobs. 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 hobgoblins, you made your way to the lair of Vampire Lawyer Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bugbear to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your Leatherman and knocked the villain screaming into a meat grinder with a well-placed kick to the thigh. At last, the treasure was yours!
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