Imp Art, Some Wisdom
You step into a clearing and see an imp in a beret, sculpting a giant replica of Satan out of a block of butter. "Yes, the Dark Lord will be pleased by this likeness I have rendered! And he will be doubly pleased when we feed it to a bunch of lactose-intolerant damned souls! How fortunate I was, to steal this butterknife from those stupid friars!"
"A-HA!" you shout, leaping into the clearing. "Impart unto me that knife, imp artist!"
Unfortunately, the little jerk squeals, grips the knife tightly, and runs away on his stubby little imp legs before you can catch him. You give chase, pausing only to lick the sculpture. Mmm, delicious refreshing butter.
|You gain 10 Strongness.|
|You gain 10 Wizardliness.|
|You gain 10 Smarm.|
Occurs at The Dark Elbow of the Woods.
- Has a cap of 11.