It happens that a person is born ahead of his time and changes the world with his inventions... And it happens that the world takes a leap forward and you do not have time to be born in due time. And you live with an unbearable desire to replace the dullness of office everyday life with the sweet sound of damask steel, the roar of a battle bugle and the strong shoulder of a comrade-in-arms. And I personally made up my mind. Having exchanged a measured life for a prison cell, in a castle captured from his new people. And even if my path is blocked by bars and a whole army of invaders... but a unique buildup, vast combat experience and a habitual desire for victory are the key to not such obstacles. In the world of the Lands of Might and Magic, many will recognize me as the Lord of the Dwarves and the Lord of the Stronghold of Bar-Shamunir, but for some I will become the Butcher of Bar-Shamunir.