It was hard growing up as a stableboy's son in the tiny hamlet of Cowpat, 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 Schmalbion, 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 Amethyst Goat of Phleberron, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient dungeon near the village of Sudoku, 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.

At first it was a real breeze, but you soon were confounded by a fiendish escort-the-fragile-toddler puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed tarantula.

You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for kobolds, you made your way to the lair of Demon Devil Lord Arc'klor and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul horse to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your knife and knocked the villain screaming into a swinging razor-sharp pendulum with a well-placed kick to the calf. At last, the treasure was yours!

Loot:plush "Rod of Lordly Might" (if you know what I mean) of contemptful polygamy
freezing salt cellar of polyamory
invisible halberd of irascibility

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