[ WP ] As a self-aware video game NPC , you purposely mislead travellers into doing ridiculous quests . On one occasion , you give offer a stupidly high reward for a seemingly impossible quest , and someone actually does it .

`` QUEST GIVER!'' 
 
 The angry voice boomed through the village, shaking the ground and bouncing off the scattered huts. 
 
 Jinxy Whistlespout grabbed the edge of the table, looking around wide eyed at the other terrified quest givers. There was no mistaking that voice. Lord Tyren had the most recognizable voice in game. But as the current end boss, he should be sitting on his throne in Westfire Fortress. What in the Angel's name is he doing in Sprigsprocket?? 
 
 `` I am looking,'' Lord Tyren started slowly, emphasizing each word with a heavy step that shook the ground, `` for an imbecile quest giver named Jinxy Whistlespout.'' 
 
 His statement ended with gritted teeth and barely concealed rage. Jinxy's pale green skin turned almost white, and she backed up against a wall, terror and confusion making her want to run, but knowing she's stuck in this 5 foot radius. 
 
 She heard mumbling outside and the word `` tavern'', then the door slammed open so hard that it cracked the wall. 
 
 `` YOU!'' The angry Lord pointed a massive finger at Jinxy. The stories did no justice to the great beast of a man standing in front of her now, intimidating and glorious in his power. 
 
 `` M-m-m-e-e?'' stuttered Jinxy, her pointed ears flattening against her head nervously. 
 
 `` You are the bastard idiot of a quest giver who stole my throne?'' Tyren roared. 
 
 `` I-I-I- do n't know what you're t-talking about...'' 
 
 Lord Tyren pulled a long scroll from inside his fiery gold armor, and strode across the dingy room. His head almost scraped the domed ceiling. Jinxy cowered under his rage. He was at least 3 times her height - not to mention 100 times her rank. 
 
 He shoved the scroll at Jinxy and she took it fearfully, already knowing and dreading what it would say. 
 
 The Quest for the Golden Throne ~ Level 18 ~ COMPLETE 
 
 Jinxy gasped. `` He completed it??'' 
 
 `` So you admit it!'' Lord Tyron's fist slammed into the table, breaking it in half. Jinxy shuddered. 
 
 `` I... I mean... I did n't think... how did a Level 18 break into your throne room and steal Indomitable??'' 
 
 `` Just! - What! -'' Tyren sputtered. `` How dare you! It does n't matter how he did it! All I know is a Level 18 NOOB is sitting on MY throne, swinging Indomitable back and forth like it's a plaything, and, and... giggling!'' 
 
 It was probably the heightened state of fear, but Jinxy let out a giggle of her own. She never imagined the Lord of the entire Kingdom saying the word `` giggle''. 
 
 Lord Tyren's eyes bulged out of his head. `` Do you know what you've done, small elf? You have broken the lore. As we speak, teams of raiders in freshly purchased gear and stocked up on potions are headed toward the Fortress - MY Fortress - expecting to meet and be defeated by ME.'' 
 
 He took a quaking breath. Jinxy doubted it was quaking in fear like hers was. 
 
 `` Instead, they will find a fresh-from-the-swamp noob elfling with cheesy combat dialogue.'' 
 
 Jinxy scratched her ear and screwed up her face. `` Well, if it helps, the first person to walk in there will probably defeat him in half a second.'' 
 
 `` YOU FOOL'' Lord Tyren boomed. `` Do you think I prefer a Level 100 raid geared player on my throne?!'' 
 
 Jinxy shook violently. `` Then perhaps you can go defeat him first?'' 
 
 Tyren spoke slowly now, as if worried Jinxy was slow in the head. `` I am bound to the lore, same as everyone else. It is only your type who have the power to direct change. Besides, he wields Indomitable. I can not simply waltz into the Fortress. He is ruler of the Kingdom, and the guards will protect him as so.'' 
 
 `` You could... post in town chat and form a group to raid the Fortress?'' 
 
 Tyren was silent. The nearby NPC's muttered and shuffled uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with Jinxy. 
 
 `` So,'' began Tyren, `` you want the Lord of the Kingdom - sorry, former Lord - to post a message in chat. Let's see, how would I phrase that?'Geared ex-Lord LFG Golden Throne Heroic'? Do you have any idea how fast the online forums will blow up?!'' 
 
 Jinxy's legs gave out and she slumped to the floor. `` I'm... so sorry. I'm an idiot. I was bored, and this really green elf came along chattering about his'great journey' and saying'Vengeance will be mine!' and I just... wanted to have some fun...'' 
 
 She became aware that she was babbling in front of the most powerful man in the land, someone who could pick her up in one hand and snap her neck. She fell silent. 
 
 `` Well that's just great, is n't it? We can let them know on the forums that the quest giver was'bored' and taking liberties, shall we?'' Lord Tyren turned to leave. 
 
 `` Wait!'' cried Jinxy, bounding to her feet. `` Wait! I could.. I could give you the same quest, and you could sneak into the throne room and reclaim Indomitable and your title!'' 
 
 Tyren turned, and narrowed his eyes. 
 
 `` I suppose...'' he stroked at his beard distractedly as he thought. `` How would I get in? The guards are no longer loyal to me.'' 
 
 `` How did the elfling get in?'' asked Jinxy. 
 
 `` He... err... disguised himself as a concubine and seduced one of the guards.'' 
 
 An awkward silence blanketed the village. 
 
 `` Well,'' Jinxy said after a very pregnant pause. `` We could... get you some... robes? And maybe shave the beard...'' 
 
 Lord Tyren roared with a raw bestial rage that tore through the Kingdom, and somewhere in the distance, the soft, taunting laugh of a barely-man-elf echoed back.
