Craighole Whisperedlashes was a peasant who, over time, developed to become a skilled swordsman. Bandits and terrible creatures of the night fell before his blade, and the nobody became a great hero throughout his lands. However, for all of his fame, he had some trouble keeping sidekicks.
The first, a pikeman, suffered early injuries to both feet that never healed, resulting in her crawling everywhere she went. Still she held her own, and was a trusted companion up until an arrow ripped her throat to twain. The next was a formidable axeman. Not once while she adventured did she receive a lasting injury, taking only bruises and superficial cuts while hacking her foes to bits. Craighole considered her his mightiest ally. Then one day, while approaching a bandit camp, she instead decided her skills would be better tested on a nearby herd of camels. The two went their way, and when the bloodshed was over Craig could not find his companion, who had run screaming after the pack animals. Her fate remains unknown. His final cohort was a swordsman of average skill. He did not keep up as well as his predecessors, but he had heart, and the few kills he did make only went to demonstrate his tenacity. The day he bit a goblin to death despite having a perfectly good shortsword is a good example. But then, when it came time to do battle with a troll of some fame, the camels returned. Craighole was left to do battle alone while his comrade charged after the nearest humped creature. He fell some time before the troll, his cuts and spine kicked in mercilessly by cloven feet.
Without his partner Craighole did not survive the journey back to civilization. Strange creatures came at him in the night. He managed to fell only one before they converged on him in greater numbers than he could handle. He went down fighting, but he went down nonetheless.
Seriously, fucking camels?