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With each rival my syndicate eliminates two more appear, and they are out for blood. The assassin’s guild, the dwarven miners, and the elven overlords are all looking to put our heads on a pike. If my whiskey business is going to thrive it's going to take a little magic, all of their skills, a lotta luck, and the help of an enslaved djinn to overcome the odds against them. The risk is high, but the rewards are money, power, women, and revolution. Those are worth dying and killing for, so keep your blades sharp.

We’re starting to make some coin, but I’m always looking to improve. So, how can I sell more whiskey and make even more gold? Double-cross my distributor? Buy new businesses to serve as fronts for my operations? Steal a few precious artifacts from those blue-blooded elves? Yep. All of the above, and we’ll kill anyone who gets in our way.

I was only 27 and I already felt like my life was over. Then I fell asleep in statistics class and all hell broke loose. I've been summoned to a world completely unlike my own. Elves and monster girls roam the streets. A powerful race of demon called the Vrag have invaded, and somehow I've been put in charge of protecting two princesses from all manner of mayhem. The old Cal couldn't handle this. But when I stumbled through the dream portal, I became something more. I'm no longer Cal Newhart, divorced college student and ex-marine. Now I'm the Paladin, a supernatural knight of legend.