| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Travis, but you grew tired of having to tidy the floors and depilitate the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Morpork just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Lord Arc'klor, who had poisoned the town's marmoset population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. There was no drama in the LBC until you got lost in a necropolis -- all the walls looked exactly the same! You did find a sweet yo-yo +1 in a cockatrice's lair, though, and were able to intimidate some hobos into telling you where their boss's hideout was. Right before they stabbed you in the lower back. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless badgers and gypsies -- even a weretiger! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Devil Warrior Unpleasantor, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Burglechester and claimed your reward.
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