| As a child, you exhibited a normal of unusual talents, including the ability to Rock the Baby the first day you picked up a yo-yo. So your parents, creeped out by your paranormal abilities, enrolled you in X'tn'ch'roth Wizard School. Before long, you earned your Tau of Amethyst and could set out to make your fortune. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Phlegm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Evilthing, who had poisoned the town's budgie population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing really well until you got your thigh caught in a beartrap and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your 10' pole and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Shadow Necromancer Grognard's army of drunken kobolds. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil scrub into his own antlion pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Copperbury Grove.
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