You are a senior knight of the order, very best of the best. Master of the sword, shield, lance, mace, dagger, horse and armor. Adept in all manner of tactics and sieges. Was even grand champion all the three times you've competed.

Your last mission was to get rid of Zorgadalf the wizard. Should have been no problem, wizards are a myth anyways. Probably some sort of charlatan fooling the poor folk. The ragtag bandits serving him supported this idea, and they were no match for you.
Finally reaching the wizard, you grabbed him by the beard and ready to lob his head from his shoulders.

Suddenly sparks everywhere, standing in the middle of a battlefield, beard still in hand but no wizard attached to it. Instead you are surrounded by scores of dead and screaming men, in bizarre clothes. All of them in different curious outfits. They are assaulted by short, pig-faced men, wearing robes. Both sides are throwing blue and red balls of light, which explode upon impact. As one grazes your shoulder it deflects off of your armor somewhere into the distance. You are not certain what sort of trickery is this, but not very effective. If not for the dead bodies, you would think to be in the middle of some sort of unsightly carnival.

Before you can assess more of the situation, a shriek gets your attention. A large group led by a gaint with horns is about to surround a fair maiden who looks quite out of the scene, even among the weird folk. It is a call you are not allowed to refuse.

>Try to whisk the maiden away from danger
>Fight the big ugly
>Provide distraction by wading into the larger group
>Write-in