| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Klatch, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what the last digit of pi is. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. As you wandered the back alleys of Phlegm (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned library. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Midnight Dread wing. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a charwoman's lost weasel, Knuckles. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You were doing really well up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a beartrap and a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, with a horse bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your face. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's sewer, dispatching accountants left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Fire Witchlord Evilthing. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your 10' pole into his throat. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil idiot was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Waxtoff.
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