I am an ordinary mechanical magician. Everything in my life was predetermined: work in a workshop, a small but stable income. Gray everyday life. But everything changed that night when, at the cursed mill, the spirit of the sorcerer gave me his staff. And now I’m already in the center of things. Assassins, evil dwarves, intrigue and mystery, blood and battles: Can I stand it? Don't know. There are many temptations, many dangers. But most of all I’m afraid of losing myself, of getting drunk from the blood and the Force that unexpectedly fell on me...