| It was hard growing up as a chambermaid's son in the tiny hamlet of Pittsburgh, in the land of Glameroth. 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.) As you wandered the back alleys of Bobcat (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 haberdashery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Aquamarine Grim wing. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a fisherman's lost earwig, Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was hunky-dory at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those orcs. That rakshasa picked the total worst time to eat your knife. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's tower, dispatching bullywugs left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Evil Lord Dave. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your staff into his knee. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil slack-jawed yokel was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Febreezia.
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