| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Cavill with a pocketwatch-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. You headed off into the wild wilderness of Routh in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Farc'b'n you heard a town crier shouting about how the a charwoman's serpent-tongued nephew had been kidnapped by bandits, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest. At first it was a real breeze, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a swinging razor-sharp pendulum and a antlion pit, with a bulette bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ear. 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 jerks, you made your way to the lair of Black King Frazool and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul hellhound to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your pike and knocked the villain screaming into a cheese-grater with a well-placed kick to the eye. At last, the treasure was yours!
|