| Ever since you were a child in the meager village of Sto Lat, you wanted to become a great Wizard and learn the great mysteries of the universe, such as why old sitcoms are never as good as you remember them being. The answer turned out to not be very interesting, but by that time you were a Wizard anyway. Having heard many rumors about how Phleberron was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gypsies (who had already looted and burned the villages of Pig-in-a-Poke, Dropseat, and Buttole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the thigh of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a awkward conversation, got attacked by desperados, and got your giblets bitten off by a rakshasa. Nevertheless, you fought your way through evil overlord's pyramid, dispatching barbarians left and right, and finally arrived at the throne room of the Demon Lord Unpleasantor. After a long and dramatic battle, you plunged your entrenching tool into his thigh. The entire dungeon unexpectedly began to collapse as soon as the evil jerk was dead, but you managed to escape with your life, and claimed your reward from the grateful people of Brazzleton.
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