| An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Lurkmoor with a drum-shaped birthmark, who would grow up to be the greatest Wizard ever known. You have a birthmark like that, but at first you were only a sort of okay Wizard. Everyone has to start somewhere, I guess. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Farnsworthington, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Bobcat, and heard the local stableboy talking about the ancient necropolis that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Sapphire Idol of Diablolo that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You weren't having any problems until you got attacked by more dark elves than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your neck intact! However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a ruin infested with ents, you finally came upon the lair of the Black Sorcerer Blackfist, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your club, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
|