Even though you were a underdeveloped child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Ironforge was attacked by a horde of Fire Squirrels. You got your knee handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight.

At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Malph, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of toads that had beset the entire region of Prefectford, and of the rumor that the evil Overlord Frazool was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up.

You had a good handle on it until you got your arse caught in a vending machine and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it.

Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless jerks and jocks -- even a githyanki! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Vampire Troll Toothstork, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a spiked pit with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Waxton and claimed your reward.

Loot:ruby-studded sack of doorknobs of cowardly irascibility
sack of doorknobs of florid polyamory
endless flagon of orphan firewater

Another!