| Due to a misunderstanding, your daughter enrolled you in Swampleton Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in sawing ladies in half.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. In the fiefdom of Wibbleshire, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Sto Lat, you found an inn with cheap firewater and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Oceans, lost for ages during the time of the great earth-rending. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. You were doing really well until you had to fend off half a dozen gypsies with your leg trapped in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the eggplant slaad showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. 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 tramps, you made your way to the lair of Devil Devil Lord Hasslehoff and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul carrion crawler to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your longbow and knocked the villain screaming into a lava pool with a well-placed kick to the shoulder. At last, the treasure was yours!
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