| It was hard growing up as a bard's son in the tiny hamlet of Flytrap, in the land of Burblegroat. 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.) You rode into the city of Bafflesbury, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Azure Boar of Bale, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient crypt near the village of Cold Crick, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. You had a good handle on it until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a cookie jar, got attacked by bullywugs, and got your elbow bitten off by a roper. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your 10' pole and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Blood Wizard Hasslehoff's army of red-headed dark elves. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil punk into his own crocodile's mouth, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Keaton.
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