“Fate leads him who follows it, and drags him who resist.” Plutarch
Conn MacLeod, a highly decorated British Army Major has "inherited" a method of passing from his dimension (21st Century Earth) to another; one that is a lot like but definitely isn't, 9th Century Europe. After thirty
years of planning and preparation for the "trip", it doesn't take him
long to utilize his extensive knowledge and extraordinary skills - and
the not insignificant amount of gold that he takes with him - to reshape the world that he had just "invaded" into one of his own making.
Wouldn't you?
However, he starts to have a niggling feeling that, perhaps, it not just luck
but something more "sinister" behind him being in Meshech, and he is
"here" for a greater purpose than his own enjoyment. That purpose is not disclosed to him after he expels the Ancuman from Meshech and returns
the continent to peace, so perhaps the answer is not in Meshech but in
Sytha, a continent a lifetime away, and where the first Casere once
ruled.
With little alternative, he prepares an armada of ships to visit the "old world", in true Conn MacLeod style.
If nothing else, there are a lot of Ancuman wiga out there that he can
annoy, more women to seduce and more money to make. Given everything he
has a achieved so far, he thought it should be easy.
That was his first mistake, and it went downhill from there.
