| At an early age, you were apprenticed to the Great Wizard Clyde, but you grew tired of having to tidy the floors and comb the alchemical equipment day in and day out. So, you stole a spellbook and took off to become a Wizard on your own. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Quirm just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Fireforbidden, who had poisoned the town's guinea pig population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a iron maiden and a meat grinder, with a bugbear bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your calf. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless desperados and jerks -- even a mind flayer! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Dark Lawyer Terrorover, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a vending machine with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Bale and claimed your reward.
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