The Lore of Sorcerer Alatar of the Mount

Born with what the local villagers referred to as "looks only a mother could love", Alatar spent most of his life mocked, ridiculed, or - if he was lucky - ignored.

Until one day, tired of the constant derision, he set out on his own to the countryside, determined to live a solitary life. For years he wandered alone, barely sharing a conversation with anyone, save for those he had with a lowly rat that had taken pity on him and became his only companion. He named the rat "Chad", after hometown's hunk. "If only I looked like Chad", Alatar yearned, "everyone would respect me and I'd have my pick of the fairest lasses in all the land!"

It was on a cold, dreary day that his life would change forever. Alatar and Chad had just finished dinner when the ominous clouds above them finally broke, unleashing their contents in angry waves on those below.

Seeking refuge from the storm, they ran until they found a small opening in a rock formation at the edge of the forest. Barely large enough for Alatar to fit through, they made their way through the crevasse and into the safety (or so they thought) of the cave.

Soon after, a light flickered deep from within the cave, and it quickly became apparent that they weren't alone.

"Hello? Who's back there?" Alatar whimpered. "I am with my fierce beast, and he will devour you!" Chad immediately scurried into Alatar's shirt pocket.

"Don't fear, it is I, Jean Leon of the Garden" a shrill voice with what sounded like a creole affect replied from the shadows.

Alatar, with Chad in tow, approached the direction of the voice slowly until its source came into view.

Before them, hunched over a flame, stood a frightening figure draped in a green cloak, a top hat adorned with bones, and - most alarming of all - a mask fashioned out of what appeared to be a human skull. He also had a white cat at his side that looked menacingly at Chad, clearly sensing an opportunity for a late-night snack.

"Come closer friend" Jean Leon hissed. As Alatar came into view, Jean Leon recoiled with disgust. "Well that's rather unfortunate," he chuckled.

"Gee, thanks. I had almost forgotten what I looked like." Alatar responded sarcastically.

"You know, I could help you with your.... little problem... if you'd like. In fact, I could turn you into the most handsome man in all the lands! But I will require something in return."

Alatar was of course skeptical, but he wanted so badly to be rid of his ugliness that he blurted out "ANYTHING! Just tell me what I must give."

A smile crept across Jean Leon's face.

"If dashing good looks you desire, and to be that which others admire, do not be surprised when I advise, that friend you must lend me your eyes."

Alatar gulped, taking a step back. "My... eyes... you say?!"

"Indeed. Beauty is pain, after all," remarked Jean Leon casually.

After wrestling with the idea for but a few seconds, Alatar was in. "Let's do it."

As for the ritual that ensued, I dare not share the gruesome details of it here - this is kid-friendly lore afterall. But I can tell you it was not pretty, nor brief.

However, when Alatar emerged, he was indeed a sight to behold. With monsterous shoulders stacked atop washboard abs, a jaw that looks like it was chiseled out of stone and wavy yellow locks of hair - he had become that which he had always yearned for (except for the missing eyes thing, of course). He had become Alatar the Giga-Chad.

The excitement with his new look quickly faded, however. After all, as he couldn't even admire his own reflection, nor appreciate the beauty of his many lovers.

He receded back into his life of reclusion, avoiding others at every turn. To this day he roams the country-side with Chad by his side, still searching for something that will make him feel fulfilled... all while still being very, extremely, ridiculously good looking.

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