An ancient prophecy foretold of a child born in the city of Keaton with a cummerbund-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.

You rode into the city of Routh, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Amethyst Raven of Fandanzia, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient strip mall near the village of Foobar, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed.

Everything was hunky-dory at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those hobgoblins. That bulette picked the total worst time to eat your battleaxe.

But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your staff, and cut your way through the hordes of dark elves that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Demon Wizard Unpleasantor, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost stepsister, but you killed the wuss anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!

Loot:yo-yo of misogyny
legguard of polyamory
endless flagon of dark elf jell-o shots

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