| It was hard growing up as a stableboy's son in the tiny hamlet of Klatch, in the land of Waxtoff. The other children mocked you because of your glasses and asthma, but you would have the last laugh when you grew up to be a mighty Wizard! (Which you did.) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Stubborn Mule, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of stout. He told you about the great plague of puppies that had beset the entire region of Hambonia, and of the rumor that the evil Barbarian Wrathcarve was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a antlion pit, got attacked by ents, and got your calf bitten off by a rakshasa. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tomb, dispatching bullywugs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Demon Sorcerer Englebert. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your longbow into his giblets. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil dweeb was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Shamablamaroth.
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