Patrick Doherty was ready for a quiet death. A few pints, a bit of television, maybe a heart attack in the shed, simple, run-of-the-mill stuff.

Instead, he woke up dazed and confused in a magical kingdom with a hangover, no pants, and apparently, he’s been summoned to save the world.

The royal court doesn’t want him. The prophecy definitely isn’t about him.

Paddy’s got no powers, no patience, and no clue what’s going on. But he’s grumpy, middle-aged, and surprisingly difficult to get rid of.

Good luck, fantasy world. He's your mess now!