| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Flytrap, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as who invented the paperclip. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Dropseat, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of honey wine. He told you about the great plague of cats that had beset the entire region of New Brunswick, and of the rumor that the evil Barbarian Morgar was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a cheese-grater and a crocodile's mouth, with a flesh golem bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your face. 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 dark elves, you made your way to the lair of Frost King Krampus and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul gazebo to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your entrenching tool and knocked the villain screaming into a antlion pit with a well-placed kick to the elbow. At last, the treasure was yours!
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