| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Rusty Nail, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as why 'abbreviated' is such a long word. 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 Quirm (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 ironmongery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Orchid Blood blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Duke of Nickelodeon's lost Siamese fighting fish, Slim. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a meat grinder, got attacked by bandits, and got your skull bitten off by a weretiger. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Black Wizard Diablolo held court over his horde of skeletal jocks, and with uncountable swings of your Greyhawk Army knife (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible wanker and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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