| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Whacking, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as what happens to that missing sock. 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 Bobcat (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 tallow rending plant. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Viridian Drake knife. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a farmer's lost rat, Mrs. Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. There was no drama in the LBC until you got attacked by more jocks than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your kidney intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Fire Necromancer Dave held court over his horde of nubile gunslingers, and with uncountable swings of your footaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible bimbo and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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