| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Hondo, but you grew tired of having to tidy the floors and brush the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Phleberron, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Deaf Chicken, and heard the local serf talking about the ancient tower that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Gold Idol of Frazool that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, got attacked by gunslingers, and got your leg bitten off by a rust monster. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your Leatherman, and cut your way through the hordes of jocks that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Shadow Lawyer Diabolico, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost son, but you killed the punk anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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