Your only hope for fame and fortune, and to escape the life of a commoner, was to become an adventurer. Guided by your goals and dreams, you have set off in search of excitement.

However your adventures were stopped rather quickly after you realized that the nice lady you met over some ale in a tavern, was in fact not a nice lady and instead just a succubus intent on stealing your lifeforce.

Waking up alone in your bedroom you realize that you have aged rapidly, your hair practically disintegrating between your skeletal fingers.

The horror you feel breaks its way and before you can grasp what happened you find half of the bed corroding before you.

Not only are you a old man now but perhaps as a humorous twist you developed some control over arcane powers.

Fleeing the inn and the angry innkeeper demanding compensation for his ruined bedroom you decide to travel to lands far away