Messat hates the undead menace. HATES THEM, you see. For the longest time, he has dreamed of leading the army, the glorious charge that will wipe the lich's forces clean from his land. He has even assembled an expert team of warriors and sages to help him in this quest, and they all field the finest armor, weapons and implements they can afford. There's only one problem with Messat's plan.

His fellow warriors aren't real.

In the real, depressing world, Messat's mind couldn't bear the strain of being treated like cattle by the vampire and undead overlords. Soon, he began to create a fantasy for himself, where he was the general masterminding the resistance force. In reality, he was the scary guy in the village talking to himself that no-one wanted to associate with. But then, the real resistance fighters noticed something.

His swings with his blade were true. Some of his cobbled together equipment actually had traces of magic about them. And his imaginary companions actually influenced others to victory in skirmishes. With affairs being the way they are, Messat's time to shine as a resistance leader may be coming sooner than anyone expects.

As long as he bathes first.

A dirty homeless man, Messat is actually quite lean and strong. Those who can withstand the assault upon the senses that his body odor commits find a man true to his word, whether that word be to a real person or one of his imaginary companions.