It happens that a person is born ahead of his time, and with his inventions changes the world... And it happens that the world takes a leap forward, and you do not have time to be born in your 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 colleague. And I personally made up my mind. And let the bars and a whole army of invaders block my way... but a unique build-up, vast combat experience and the usual 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.