| As a child, you exhibited a normal of unusual talents, including the ability to Time Warp the first day you picked up a yo-yo. So your parents, creeped out by your paranormal abilities, enrolled you in Prefectford Wizard School. Before long, you earned your Omicron of Emerald and could set out to make your fortune. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Phlegm, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of swine that had beset the entire region of Coney Island, and of the rumor that the evil Warlock Xxyrg was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish rearranging of tiles with pictures of plumbing on them puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were mad as an underfed gerbil. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to depilitate all the goldfish in your hometown of Pitlick. So you kept going, right into the smithy of the evil Warlock Grimtooth. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your shoulder handed to you.
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