> You say "What is it my lord? Does something ail you?"
The lord looks down and touches his stomach.
"I don't feel well," he says.
He lies on his bed, drunk and happy. He laughs as he tells a story about when he was a young man and has a full blown argument with his wife about religion.
"Yes, this is definitely a good bottle of wine," he says.
As the poison takes effect, the lord grows quieter and quieter, his face grey amongst the colours of his bedding. Suddenly, he vomits a great gout of blood like a fountain and groans before defecating loudly and passing out.
You stand by his bedside and watch him, unsure what to do.

> You say "I trust that this, my lord, will be the final lesson you ever learn in your pathetic life. Never fuck with an angry peasant!"
You stand by his bedside and watch him, unsure what to do.
Suddenly, you hear a great clattering from above. You look up and see a man with a wooden leg entering the room.

> You say "Help! Help! The lord is unwell! I don't know what to do!"
The lord's eyes snap open and he looks up at the man.
"Help! I'm dying!" he says, his voice hoarse and gravely.
"I am sir," the man replies. "I'm a doctor, and I'm here to help you die."
The lord looks up at the man.
"Who are you?" he asks.

> You say "This is the doctor my lord, he will help you cross over to the other side."
The lord looks up at the man.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I am the doctor," the man replies. "I will help you cross over to the other side."
The lord looks up at the man.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I am the doctor," the man replies. "I will help you cross over to the other side."

> You help the doctor to put the lord to sleep forever.
You help the doctor to put the lord to sleep forever.
The lord's eyes close and his breathing becomes slower and slower until it stops.

> You say "Doctor, my name is Deirdre the loyal servant of the late lord here. Before he died, the lord stated that his last wish was that I be trained in the ways of a knight. Can you help me?"
The doctor looks at you and nods.
"I will help you, but I need to know your name.

> You say "My name is Deirdre"
The doctor nods.
"I will help you, but I need to know your name.
The lord's eyes snap open and he looks up at the man.
"Help! I'm dying!

> You place pillow over the lord's face and press down hard until he stops breathing.
The lord's eyes close and his breathing becomes slower and slower until it stops.
You look at the doctor.
"Is he dead?" you ask.
"Yes," the doctor says, "he is dead."

> You leave the room and go to the guard house to find a master swordsman.
You leave the room and go to the guard house to find a master swordsmen.
You look around the room, but there is nobody there.

> You find master swordsman.
You find master swordsman.
The guard's eyes snap open and he looks at you.
"What do you want?" he asks angrily.

> You say "Can you train me to be the greatest swordsman in the kingdom of Lation?"
The guard's eyes snap open and he looks at you.
"What do you want?" he asks angrily.

> You say "Train me in the art of warfare"
The guard's eyes snap open and he looks at you.
"What do you want?" he asks angrily.
"Can you train me in the art of warfare?" you ask.
The guard's eyes snap open and he looks at you.
"What do you want?" he asks angrily.

> You say "Forget it, you cretin. I'm leaving"
The guard's eyes snap open and he looks at you.
"What do you want?" he asks angrily.

> You leave the house and enter the city.
You walk through the city streets, heading towards the castle. You arrive at the gates of the castle and you enter.
You walk through the castle halls, eventually reaching the throne room. You enter and see the king sitting on his throne.
"Ah, you've arrived. Please take a seat," he says, indicating one of the chairs in front of him.

> You sit down next to the king.
You sit down next to the king.
"So, how was your journey?" the king asks.

> You say "It was unusual my liege. I was taken captive my one of your lord and forced to bring him a lot of wine."
The king looks at you.
"I see. Well, I trust you've had a good time then.

> You say "I learned an important lesson, certainly, about the use and abuse of power."
The king nods.
"Indeed? Well, I'm sure it'll be of use to you in the future."
You bow your head slightly

> You say "What would you command me do, my liege?"
The king looks at you and smiles.
"I would have you do whatever you wish my knight. You are in charge of your own destiny."
You bow your head slightly.

> You say "If I am to be your knight I will need armour and weapons. Can you give these to me?"
The king nods.
"I will have your weapons and armour brought to you shortly. In the meantime, I want you to think about what kind of knight I want you to be. Think carefully my knight."

> You say "I will be a brave, loyal and trustworthy Knight. However I will not take any action that may harm the people of the kingdom, no matter who orders it."
The king nods.
"I understand. You may go."
You stand up and bow to the king.

> You say "Where are my weapons and armour?"
The king nods.
"They will be brought to you shortly."
You bow again and leave the room, heading back to your room. You sit on your bed and think about what the king said.

> You wait for your weapons and armour to be brought to you.
You wait for your weapons and armour to be brought to you.
After a few minutes the door opens and a servant enters, carrying a wooden chest on his shoulders.

> You open the wooden chest and look inside.
You open the wooden chest and look inside.
You open the chest and see several metal pieces of armor, a sword, a dagger, a bow and several other items. You grab the sword first and check the blade. It is a very good quality weapon. You then grab the metal gauntlets and put them on. They fit well, and are surprisingly flexible. You then try the helmet, which sits very tightly on your head.

> You put on all of the armour.
You put on all of the armour.
After putting on the full suit of armor, you grab the bow and some arrows from the servant.

> You pick up all of the weapons.
You pick up all of the weapons.
Finally, you pick up the chest and walk out of the room.

> You go to the king and ask what he wants you to do.
You go to the king and ask what he wants you to do.
The servant opens the door and steps aside, allowing you to walk into the throne room.
You walk up to the king and bow.

> You say "My king! What would you like me to do for you?"
The king looks at you and smiles.
"Ah, I see my choices have become clear to you. You are wise to listen to your instincts my boy. It's why I chose you. Now, what can I do for you?"
You look at the king and consider what he asked you.
"My liege, I have come to ask what you want me to do. I want to serve you. Whatever you need."
The king smiles.
"I knew I could count on you. I want you to do a simple thing, go and talk to some of the other soldiers here.

> You go and talk to some of the soldiers.
You walk over to the group of soldiers and begin to speak to them.
"Ah, I see you're already talking to some of the men here. That's good. It'll make it easier for you."
The men look at you nervously. One steps forward and begins to speak.
"Uh, yes sir. We're just here to keep the peace during the king's absence."
You nod your head.
"That's good. It's important that the kingdom keep peace while he's away, so I'll be keeping a close eye on things."
The man nods his head.

> You say "Are there any problems that I can help you to solve with my mighty sword?"
The man looks at you and gulps.
"Well, there's one small issue that has come up..."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Go on. I can handle it."
The man steps back and another steps forward.
"I'm not sure if we should be telling the new guy everything sir."
You sigh and look at the two men.
"

> You say "Tell me. You men are obviously incompetent and only I, Sir Deirdre of the Fallow Fields, can help."
The man looks at you nervously.
"Well, there's been a rumor going around that we're planning to sell alcohol in the barracks."
You sigh and nod your head slowly.

> You say "Is this a rumor, or is it indeed a fact?"
The man looks at you and gulps.
"It's a fact sir. We're selling alcohol."
You nod your head slowly.

> You say "What kind of alcohol are you selling and to whom?"
The man looks at you and gulps.
"Well, we're selling alcohol sir. It's moonshine, of course, and we're selling it to the soldiers."
You nod your head slowly.

> You say "Well then. Give me half of your profits and we need say no more about the matter. Men have a need to relax and I can see no problem here as long as I am able to wet my beak, so to speak."
The man looks at you nervously.
"Well, we don't have any set prices yet, but we're thinking about three gold a jug."
You raise an eyebrow.

> You say "How many jugs are you planning on selling?"
The man looks at you and gulps.
"We're thinking about around fifty sir."
You nod your head slowly.

> You say "Per day or per week?"
The man looks at you and gulps.
"Uh, we're thinking about selling them per day sir."
You nod your head slowly.

> You say "If you give me at least 75 good per day from your sales, then I won't have to tell the king about what you are doing here."
The man looks at you and gulps.
"Well, we'll do that sir. We'll do that."
You nod your head slowly.
"Good. You have a deal then."

> You say "I expect my first payment by the end of the week."
The man looks at you and gulps.
"We'll get it to you by then sir."
You nod your head slowly and the man turns around and runs off.
You return to your rooms and await the first payment from the guards alcohol sales.
You count your coins and find that you have exactly 75 gold pieces. You smile to yourself, knowing that the guards will be making regular payments to you soon.

> You say "What is your name, guard?"
You walk up to one of the guards and ask him his name.
"Uh, my name's Murk, sir.

> You say "And Murk, are you in charge of this little alcohol project?"
"Uh, no sir. I'm just a guard here. There's two other guards in charge of this place."
You nod your head slowly.

> You say "What are their names Murk?"
"Uh, one is called Shade and the other is called Storm, sir."
You nod your head slowly.
"Good names. So what are you in charge of then? Are you in charge of something else?"
"No, I'm just in charge of this place."
You nod your head slowly.
"

> You go and find Shade and Storm.
You walk through the halls of the fort and eventually find where the alcohol is being made. You knock on the door and a gruff voice answers.
"Who's there?"
"A friend. Open the door."
The door opens and you see a large orc. You wonder how he can fit in the small space, but he does. He must be half giant.

> You say "Are you Shade? Or are you, from your impressive looks, more likely to be Storm?"
The orc grunts and looks at you.
"What do you want?

> You say "I am Sir Deirdre of the Fallow Fields, partner in this alcohol venture. I suggest you let me through, I have business with Shade and Storm."
The orc looks at you for a moment, before stepping to the side. You walk past him and into the fort. As you do so, Murk calls after you.
"Sir?"

> You say "Yes murk, what is it?"
"I just wanted to say, good luck with the guards."
You nod your head slowly and enter the fort.
You walk along the hallways until you find where the alcohol is being made.

> You inspect where the alcohol is being made.
You walk into the room and see two orcs working. One is pouring a liquid from a vat into another one, while the other is rolling the mixture around with a wooden stick.

> You say "Mr Storm and Mr Shade I presume?"
The orc working with the wooden stick looks up and nods at you.
"Yes, what is it?"
"I am Sir Deirdre of the Fallow Fields and I have come to discuss business."
Mr Shade looks up from his work and grunts. Mr Storm continues to pour the liquid into the other one.
"I was under the impression that we had agreed to fifty gold pieces a week for the alcohol."

> You say "I have received my first payment of 75 gold pieces and thought that I would come and see where this business is being conducted and to make sure that my investment is secure."
Mr Shade nods his head slowly.
"You're a funny sort of knight, Sir Deirdre. You sure you don't have any other skills?"
"Other than fighting? No.

> You say "My main skill is fighting, however I do have other skills which include making sure that the king does not find out that two Orcs are plying his soldiers with illegal booze."
Mr Shade grunts.
"I see. Well I guess you'll do then."
"I'm sure I will. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some inspecting to do."
You turn and leave the room.
You continue your inspection of the fort and eventually return to the room where the alcohol is being made.
"Well, it seems that you have everything you need."
"So I assume you have our first payment?"
"Oh yes. Here is the money. Don't spend it all in one place, or the whole point of this will be wasted."
You take the bag and look inside. It is full of gold coins.
"That's great."
"

> You say "It's a pleasure doing business with you gentleman. Can I ask though, I wasn't aware that the kings army accepted Orcs into its ranks - how did you end up here?"


> You say "I thought all Orcs were banned from the city?"

You return to the king to discuss what he requires you to do next.
You return to the fort and hand over the payment. The captain looks at it and nods his head.

> You say "Why am I giving you this money Captain? Please remind me of our relationship."
The captain looks at you as if he is going to answer, but then stops and thinks for a moment.
"Well, uhm, because you did a good job at Fort Green?"

> You say "And what do you think happened at fort green"
"I think the captain at Green is a weak leader and should be replaced. I think we should march on the city of Kishak next.

> You say "That sounds like a capital idea. Tell me, do your troops like to drink?"
"They love it! We should do this more often."
You leave the fort and head back to the city.
A week passes and you are visited by Murk, Shade and Storm. They have brought a wagon full of alcohol which they dump out.
"It's from the elves!" Murk laughs.

> You say "Elves? What Elves? You never mentioned any Elves?"
"Well, we got a message from an elf called Garrick. He said he had heard about our success with the alcohol and wanted to join in on the profit! So we came here with a wagon full of it!"

> You say "And what, exactly, do you suggest that I do with all of this booze? I'm interested in money, Murk, the more the better. I suggest you remove this contraband to a safe place away from the eyes of the kings spies. Perhaps you should take it to the captain and he can ensure it gets to the men and I get my money."
"Yes, sir!"
You watch as Murk and his friends happily take the wagon and leave. You sigh and head back to your room.
A few days later you are visited by Shade and Storm again.
"Sir, we have made the alcohol as strong as possible and it is ready for you to take."
"Good, I'll be there in a few minutes."
You enter the room to see a large barrel in the middle of the room. You open it and let the smell of the alcohol fill your nose. It's strong, but not overpowering.

> You taste the alcohol.
You grab the cork and jam it into the top of the barrel, then grab a glass from one of the tables. You pour some of the alcohol into the glass and take a sip. It's strong, but not too bad.
"It's good." You say.
"We did our best sir!" Storm says.
You take another sip and head to the door.

> You say "Storm, make sure that this barrel finds its way to the army and that you get the agreed amount of gold from the captain."
"Yes, sir!"
You arrive at the captain's office and knock on the door.
"Come in." The Captain says.
You enter and sit down.
"So, you like it?" The Captain asks.
"Yes, it's not too strong and not too weak." You say.
"Good, good."

> You say "So, captain. Storm will deliver your barrel shortly - I believe that means that you owe me 350 gold. I'll take it in cash."
"350?"
"Yes, I believe that is correct."
The captain sighs and pulls out his wallet, grabbing a few coins and tossing them on the table. You grab them and leave.

> You say "I will see you again in a week, captain. Make sure you have my money."
You arrive back at the tavern and head to your room. You sit down and open the bag of coins, counting out the correct amount.
"Done." You say.
"So, what's next?" Murk asks.
"Well, I'll be heading to the army camp soon. I need to make sure they get my payment."
"Perfect! I'll come with you!" Shade says eagerly.

You are Handsome Murt, a magician and conjurer on your way to a local pub where you will be performing tricks for the patrons tonight. You have a wand, a cape, and a small dove in in your magician's bag. You stride down the pavement confidently, eager to get your act started and impress everyone with your magic skills. You walk up to the Vagrant's Retreat and walk through the door into the bar.

> You look for the Tavern Owner.
You walk into the Tavern, and immediately you feel the energy in the room change. Everyone seems to know you now, and give you a round of applause. You take a seat at the bar, and order a drink.

> You say "I'm ready to start my show as soon as everyone is ready"
The Tavern Owner strides into the room, followed by a small group of thugs. The thugs immediately grab your arms and take you outside.

> You say "Gentlemen, what is the meaning of this"
The Tavern Owner strides up to you, followed by the four thugs. The owner draws a knife, and stabs you in the stomach.

> You say "Look, i'll be honest, that hurts a little. Can we talk?"
The Tavern Owner strides up to you, and gives a brutal kick to your face.
The thugs drag you outside, and as they throw you in the street, your stomach bursts open from the knife wound.

> You apply pressure to your knife wound.
You press your hand against the knife wound, but it is useless. Blood oozes out of your mouth and you die in the street.

You are Skim Beeble, a magician and conjurer on your way to a local pub where you will be performing tricks for the patrons tonight. You have a wand, a cape, and a small dove in in your magician's bag. You stride down the pavement confidently, eager to get your act started and impress everyone with your magic skills. You walk up to the Snoring Ferret and walk through the door into the bar.
> You say "Hello patrons, I'm Skim Beeble!"
The patrons turn to look at you, and several say "Hello Skim" in return.
You smile and take a seat at the bar, which has become increasingly empty since the bartender left.
> You look for the owner.
You walk past the patrons and head towards the back of the bar, where you find a small man with a large nose wiping down tables.
"Ah, the Great Beeble, our lord and master!"
> You say "Hello, I'm here to perform my show tonight"
The man smiles and nods, and pulls out a small card table and lays it on the floor in front of you.
> You say "you want me to do it here? Is there not a stage?"
The man frowns and says "Unfortunately no, we have no stage here. We're a small place, and the owner wants me to lay down some ground rules before your performance.
> You say "Oh ok, what ground rules?"
The man pulls out a small piece of paper and reads them off "No flash photography, no recording, no speaking during the show, and no drinking during the show."
> You say "No drinking during the show?"
The man frowns and says "Well, I'm sorry but yes. If you want to perform for your fans again someday, you need to keep your head clear for them."
You nod and say "I understand"
> You say "Ok, shall I get started?"
The man nods and heads off into a small room at the back of the bar, leaving you alone.
> You say "GOOD EVENING EVERYONE, I AM THE GREAT BEEBLE, YOUR LORD AND MASTER!"
You take a deep breath and begin your show.
You do well, and the patrons seem to enjoy your performance. You know you did good when even some of the staff start clapping at the end.
> You say "I hope you all enjoyed that! Who wants to buy me a beer?"
The patrons cheer and applaud, and head to the bar to buy you a drink.
You sit there with your new friends, laughing and talking until closing time.
> You say "This was my greatest show"
The bartender nods and smiles, and heads off into the back room. He returns with a small box, which he puts on the bar "Here's your tip"
You grin and say "Thanks!" before heading outside.
> You open the small box.
You grin and pull out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some coins. You look at the bartender who smiles back "Good luck"
You grin and head off into the night.

You are The Amazing TinBot, a magician and conjurer on your way to a local pub where you will be performing tricks for the patrons tonight. You have a wand, a cape, and a small dove in in your magician's bag. You stride down the pavement confidently, eager to get your act started and impress everyone with your magic skills. You walk up to the One Eyed Rat and walk through the door into the bar.

"Hey there, I'm The Amazing TinBot, and what can I do for you?"

The One Eyed Rat looks at you expectantly.

> You take off your hat and lay it carefully on the table.
You take off your hat and lay it carefully on the table.
"Can I have a pint of your finest ale, Samuel?" you ask politely.
"Sure thing, sir,"

> You say "What's the audience like tonight Sam?"
"Eh?"
"The audience. What are they like tonight?
Samuel hands over the pint. "There's a hen do in...". He rolls his eyes. "... and they've been drinking all day. And they keep ordering more pints. It's a right mess."
You take a sip of your ale. "Well, it'll be a quiet night for me then."
Sam raises an eyebrow. "Quiet? How d'you figure that?"
"I'm a magician, not a drinker. I don't perform best when I'm half-pissed."
Samuel nods. "Fair point. Well, see you later then, sir."

> You say "Seriously, call me anything you like, but not ‘sir'"
"Seriously, call me anything you like, but not ‘sir'."
Samuel nods. "Thanks for the drink."
You nod in return and head off into the night.
You stop at the door and swear as you remember you're supposed to be putting on a show. You survey the audience. The hen do is already getting warmed up. You stride confidently onto the tiny stage and tap the microphone.
"Hello, I'm The Amazing TinBot and I will be performing a few tricks for you!"
You tap your wand on your bag and the dove flies out and perched on your shoulder. A single audience member claps. Someone in the hen do asks if she can "stroke your wand". You shake your head and tap your microphone. The hen do stops clapping and looks disappointed.
You shuffle awkwardly, then reach into a sleeve and pulls out a seemingly endless stream of brightly coloured material. "Flags of all nations!" you shout triumphantly.
The audience is silent, then a lone clap. The hen do starts cheering again. You pull out a large pair of blueprints and drop them into the audience.
You have no idea where the blueprints can from. They're not the kind of people you normally perform for. A single man stands and tosses you a coin, which you catch. You thank him and drop the coin into your bag.
At least you're getting paid this evening, you think to yourself. You head off the stage and quickly change into your magician's outfit. You grab your bag and head out of the pub, walking quickly to avoid being late for your first job.
The show itself is a success.
"The job" is a hit arranged by the One Eyed Rat himself, a notorious Mafia kingpin. You need to take out a Russian ballerina named Khristina. You don't know why. You’ve learnt not to ask questions. All you know is you're to meet her at the usual spot in a few hours.
You head to the location with your wand clenched tightly in your hand. You arrive and wait patiently, sitting on a nearby bench.
As Khristina approaches you reach for the gun you had concealed in your hat, then realise with horror that you've left it at the bar. You're going to have to do this the hard way.
"Hello," she says, stopping next to you. "You didn't leave this behind, did you?" She holds out her hand expectantly.

> You say "No, that's definitely not my hand."
"No, that's definitely not my hand."
You shake your head. "No."
She sighs and nods. "Well then, let's get this over with."

> You say "What is it that you think we're here to do?"
"What is it that you think we're here to do?"
She stares at you blankly. "I don't know."
You raise an eyebrow. "You don't know what we're doing here?"
You seize her arm, and press the wand against her ribs. "The rat wants you dead".
She squirms in your grasp. "Let me go, you crazy guy!"
You press the wand harder into her ribs and she goes quiet. She looks down at the ground.
"Now,"

> You say "Now, what?"
"Now, what?"
She looks up at you with a terrified expression. "I... I have to find my rat."
You raise an eyebrow. "Your rat? What does he do?"
She looks at you awkwardly. "He... He looks out for me, you know?"
You nod slowly. "Yeah, I know the type."
She looks down at the ground again. "I... I have to go now."
"Alright."
You look at her, and can't help but feel it would be wrong to kill her. But you can’t afford to face the wrath of The Rat.
"Damn it, it’s always the broads...". You wave your wand, and she’s immediately transformed into a wide eyed bunny.
You regret not having your hat, and instead scoop her into your arms. You’d better get it back from the bar...
You walk back to the bar and order a drink. You have a few quiet drinks, thinking about what you should do with the girl.
You call the bartender over. "Hey Sam, you seen my hat anywhere?"
"No, not today anyway."
You sigh and order another drink.
The girl had said the Rat would be here soon. You have no idea how he'll react when he finds out she's gone.
Let alone what he'll say if he finds out she hasn’t.
You finish your drink and stumble out of the bar. You find a secluded spot and transform the girl back into her human form.
"Shit, I don't know what the hell I'm doing."
At that moment The Rat stepped out of the shadows. "Isn't she supposed to be dead?" He hisses.
"I... I don't know what you want me to do." You back away slowly.
"You're supposed to be some top-notch assassin, yet all you've done is screw up!"
There is the click of a door, and Sam the bartender steps out, wearing your magicians hat. He smiles.
"Good evening sirs, would you like a drink?"
You look at him in disbelief. "How the hell did you get that hat on my head?"
He smiles and turns away.
The hat is, indeed, now on your head. You take it, and pull out your gun. "Maybe it's time the world has one less rat," you snarl.
You fire, and the hat flies into the air.
"Now that's what I call a hat!"
Both Sam and The Rat are lying on the floor, yet you only fired one bullet.
The Rat struggles to get up, but falls back down. "What the hell did you put in that drink?"

> You say "Lead. And then I poured that drink into a bullet."
"And I added some magic lead to the hat."
He stares at you in disbelief. "That's some cold lead, friend."
You nod proudly. "It is.
You turn to Khristina. She's alive, but the danger is far from over. With The Rat dead his goons will be hunting for the both of you. You can’t afford to have any witnesses. You turn back to look at Sam lying on the floor.
"You'll never make it to the door."
You grab her hand and pull her into a sprint towards the door.
“Hey! Where do you think you're going?
It's Sam. Very much alive, with your hat in one hand and a wand in the other.
"You killed my friend!" You say, readying your gun.
"And you killed my hat! Now let's see you kill me."
Sparks fly out of the wand, but you duck just in time. "I thought you were dead!"
Sam laughs, “I just played dead.”
“Fine, play it again, Sam.”
You fire and his body drops to the floor, but he fires one more shot with the wand as his dying act...
The bullet flies right at you.
"I don't have time to play games with you, you son of a..."
You duck again, and he fires wildly at the place where his heart should be.

> You grab the wand from his cold hands.
You grab the wand from his cold hands.
He stares at you in disbelief. "What are you doing?"
You turn and fire, hitting him right in the heart. He falls to the floor, dead.

> You look at Khristina. "We're dead if we stay in this town. It’s time for one last roll of the dice." You fire the wand into the air, and a magical aura transforms you both.
You walk towards the entrance of the saloon, with Khristina following behind. You stop just before you enter the light, and look at her.
"Now, this is the part where I kiss you goodbye."
She looks at you, then down at her altered body. "You know, when I woke up this morning I never imagined I'd end it as a talking horse."
“No need for the long face,” you tell her, gently nuzzling against her muzzle, “it beats being dead.”
The sun begins to rise, and you trot slowly away from her, your magical hat perched jauntily on your mane.
The End.