Once, Achievement City, founded by the first king, King Geoffery Lazer Ramsey, flourished. The court was lively as the court jester, Gavin David Free, was dancing around in his heavy, but valuable, golden boots. The city was well protected with a large army commanded by Sir Michael Vincent "Mogar" Jones and the interior was filled with busy streets. The markets roared in competition, though the quiet florist, the retired Knight Ray Narvaez, received the most customers. He was well known for his business with the "Jack of All Trades" Jack Shannon Pattillo, who ensured that the flowers in the bouquets were nice and healthy. However, one person, the most renowned of the city's vagabonds, the Deserter, James Ryan Haywood, avoided all human contact. He snuck through the alleyways of the city, knowing the area better than the back of his hand, and was never caught for his crimes.

One particular night was restless as new came around the city that the king was sick. After the king's exploits in the Nether, he had gotten frequent fevers and soon fell too ill to move. These words crossed every mouth and descended upon every ear, soon ringing in the ears of the Vagabond. The words stayed in his mind for days, bringing him to a mind of vengeance and homicide. To fulfil his own wish, he began to formulate a plan, though the plan couldn't be done without a partner.

"Jack!" Came a voice from outside the door to Jack's humble little house. Cloaked in the shadows, Ryan had arrived.

Jack, having seen Ryan, quickly brought him in. "What are you doing here?" He hissed at Ryan, knowing that the Vagabond was still searched for throughout the city.

Ryan, with a slight grin on his face, replied calmly, "You have heard of the sickness that flows through the king's body, haven't you?"

Not liking where this conversation was going, he hesitantly answered him. "Yes, though what do you plan to do about it?"

"I plan to kill him." Ryan said, a little louder than Jack had wished he said it.

"You're mad if you expect me to help you!" Jack said, trying to bring the sound level down.

Ryan, expecting this from the 'Oh so loyal' Jack of All Trades, quickly pinned the man down, steadily holding a knife to his throat. "My dear friend, you will help me in my quest, or you will die tonight.

Though Jack may have done a lot of work and was quite muscular, he couldn't match the speed and strength of the former general. With a deep sigh, he agreed to help and they planned all through the night.