Roland Mist introduces himself with complete confidence as a decent, law-abiding citizen. Unfortunately for him, the public security officers, adventurers, priests, and just about everyone else who meets him reach the opposite conclusion almost immediately. It is hard to make a good first impression when you are an ancient lich living in Sulfur Mountain, a city where humans, undead, demons, elves, and dozens of other races barely manage to coexist without tearing each other apart.
Roland does not make life any easier for himself. Bound to a strange system that has followed him for years, he receives daily missions that sound like they were written by someone determined to ruin whatever reputation he has left. Steal candy from children, spread panic, commit crimes that would make ordinary villains uncomfortable, the rewards are tempting, the punishments for refusing are even worse. Instead of giving in, Roland spends most of his time twisting the rules, looking for ridiculous loopholes that let him finish the quests while causing as little real harm as possible. It rarely goes according to plan.
That is how a man trying to do the right thing somehow ends up chased through the streets, dragged into court, or surrounded by angry crowds convinced they have finally exposed the true nature of an evil lich. Roland argues every accusation with complete sincerity, often sounding more offended than the people trying to arrest him. From his point of view, he is simply following the law. Everyone else’s version of events is somehow completely different.
The jokes never hide the fact that Roland has been around for a very long time. He has died more than once, lived through disasters most people only know from history books, and lost far more than he is willing to admit. The system did not appear by accident either, and neither did his current state. Those answers come slowly, mixed between absurd daily missions, strange investigations, and the countless problems waiting beyond Sulfur Mountain.
As Roland gathers strength little by little, old enemies begin surfacing alongside people who remember a version of him that no longer exists. The world continues calling him a villain before hearing a single explanation, while Roland keeps insisting they have misunderstood everything. Whether anyone believes him is another matter entirely, because being a good person is much easier to claim than it is to prove when you happen to be the most suspicious-looking man in the room.
