| After your quiet hometown of Buttole was attacked by ents and, despite your young age, you were forced to take up arms to defend it, you decided that the life of a Fighter was the life you were looking for. It would be a long and difficult road, but it sure beat the heck out of being a farmhand like your father wanted. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Pig-in-a-Poke, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley wine. He told you about the great plague of swine that had beset the entire region of X'tn'ch'roth, and of the rumor that the evil Knight 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. It was pretty easy, until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a swinging razor-sharp pendulum, got attacked by badgers, and got your elbow bitten off by a weretiger. You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for skeletons, you made your way to the lair of Vampire Warlock Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul shoggoth to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your club and knocked the villain screaming into a crocodile's mouth with a well-placed kick to the skull. At last, the treasure was yours!
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