The warrior walks forlornly accross the countryside, his mighty axe unused this long while... McNultus: I ask the Spirits for a mission, and they do not reply. I am no philosopher, I am no holy man. I am a warrior, my only strength lies in my arm. Without a purpose, what am I? Have all those who fired my passion for Spiritualism left me in this time? He swings his mighty axe and fells a nearby tree with one blow. It crashes noisily to the ground, but McNultus' expression does not change... McNultus: Spirits, gods, whate'er you are! I am McNultus, warrior! I need a quest! Give me enemies to slay in your name! Give me damsels to rescue! Treasures to win! Why have you forsaken me!?