This is the story of how Mildarg the Enchanter trolled the town of freeport in back in 1999. It all started with a level one spell called minor illusion and and sinister yet genius plan. Mildarg lvl 40 at the time parked himself int he middle of the freeport arena. He took off one of his many back packs and threw it onto the ground and cast minor illusion on himself to become a copy of the backpack. The trap has now been set. Mildarg Screams to the low level citizens of freeport. "Come one, come all! A free bag of gear to who ever can reach the arena first" A young new blod human monk walks into the arena seeing only the bag infront of him he thinks "jackpot!" the young monk rushes to the back. Click Click Click the monk wondered why can't i pick this bag up? Then while letting out a tremendous laugh Mildarg transformed back into his true form. Before the monk could even turn around he was already mesmerized by the beautiful high elf enchanter looking him dead in the eye. Mildarg casted root to hold him in place then decided to sit and meditate on the situation for a few minutes. Once Mildarg was at full mana he decided to have funw ith his new friend and casted tornado and laughed as the monk spun in circles. He then blinded the monk with a powerful spell giving him time to slip into a corner and cast invisibility on himself. Soon the monk was alone with root starting to fade he thought maybe he was free. When root broke he ran for the door But WAIT! Mildarg casts mesmerize and freezes him only inches away from freedom. Frustrated and annoyed the young monk decided his only option was to camp and wait till later, little did he know Mildarg would be waiting there for his return.
I must of caught 4-5 different people that day I never killed any of them I just tortured them with spells and mockery.
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