| Due to a misunderstanding, your mom enrolled you in Limberford Wizard School at a young age. (You were actually just interested in keeping pigeons in your pockets.) Still, you graduated with high marks, and set out on your first adventure as a full-fledged Wizard. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Buttole when you met the town squire. That worthy begged you to try and rescue the Poo-bah's simple nephew, who had been kidnapped by tramps. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. Everything was hunky-dory until you dropped your halberd in a crocodile's mouth and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gangsters showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your scythe, and cut your way through the hordes of dark elves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Horror Lawyer Mephistor, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost second cousin, but you killed the creep anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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