A human hero appeared in the history of the lands, a hero named Ecroh Filledlizard.
A peasant in Cheerfulpokers told Ecroh to put his faith in minerals, and go end the bandit menace. He did so, dispatching a bandit commander with ease, and then tackling the pair of warlords who lurked on the edge of the camp. Searching the area, Ecroh found a helm resting atop a large wooden chest, which contained clothes and coins.
Returning to the castle to make his report, a voice boomed from the night: "Tell them it was the Conjurers of Wonder, if you live!" But these were no mere children's entertainers. The human bandits fought like men possessed with their barbed whips. In the end, though, Ecroh prevailed. He hunted down the wounded and slew them one by one.
The hero was tired and bruised, and caught in the wilderness with nowhere to shelter. In an attempt to protect himself from the night gribblers, he set fire to dozens of trees and bushes in a wide circle around him, and lay down to rest.
When Ecroh Filledlizard awoke, a terrible shape stood over him. A small, skinny, eyeless figure with branching antennae and cracked grey skin had its hands at his neck, howling insults all the while. In a matter of seconds, Ecroh's skull was shattered, his delicious headmeats seeping into the forest floor.
These are the things fairy tales are made of.