| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Dropseat, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as who invented the paperclip. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Cabbagetown, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of sarsaparilla. He told you about the great plague of tigers that had beset the entire region of Stoatsford, and of the rumor that the evil Marquis Warferret was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. It was pretty easy, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish depants-the-wizard puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were steamed as an underfed gerbil. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's dungeon, dispatching lizardmen left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Death Warlock Rageshark. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your crossbow into his arm. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil smartass was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Llewllamarall.
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