| After your quiet hometown of Piehole was attacked by hobgoblins 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 barber like your grandpa wanted. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Dumpington, 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 hamsters that had beset the entire region of Crunkleton, and of the rumor that the evil Warrior Grimtooth 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 were rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of gunslingers, plus a owlbear, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a milkmaid in some crummy backwater like Klatch or Dropseat. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Dragon Witchlord Diablolo, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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