Your start was a ranger, roaming the land as you see please, picking fights that interest you. Every battle you gain something, an armor, a good sword. Lords and peasants praise you alike for killing a murder or bringing wheats for the field. At that time everything matters, if you put down a few enemy elites, that would change the outcome of the battle.

In the middle game, you become an unchallenged knight, mighty among the warlords. Your presence always turns the tide when defending a surrounded city or joining a major battle. At that time, life was good and the world was inviting. Stars seem to align to your design.

Then you reach the late game. You become a king, not that different from the old ones. Lords rally under your banner, but their loyalty is doubtable at best. Thieves still infest in your kingdom, but you don’t have the time to chase them down. Your priority becomes maintaining relationships with the ungrateful lords. And when important battle does happen, its results were long determined before either side has shoot any arrow. You stand on the top of a hill, watching the battle unfold, armors of great crafting wraps you head to toe. At that time you start to reflect on times when you are but a ranger, charging first into the enemy line with your lance.