A young boy named Erik started with humble beginnings tending to the farm his parents had. There lived outside of the confines of the city and was often left alone. But one night a horde roamed though going to the lords keep. The farm was up in flames in a matter of seconds, only enough time to wake up and be rushed down into the cellar. There was not enough time to get more then him down there as the monsters broke through the door and before he could even realize what was happening his parents were cut down above him. He stayed down there for hours before he finally climbed up. The sight of his parent's cold bodies could of broke him but he was filled with rage. There was a minor armor that he used while hunting with his dad and a sword. Not thinking straight he followed the hoard and when he caught up the city was already being sieged upon. Rushing in he joined the fighting but he was not trained for war. His actions caused more chaos then it actually helped, but it was enough for the monster in the keep halls to be distracted for a moment before the lord of the lands was cut down. A knight was able to save the young lord and Erik joined them. With the lord and knight with him, they survived through the night but the city was in ruins. 80% of the people were dead by the time the sun came back up and with no where to go, Erik was offered a place in the keep and training under the knight.
Rebuilding toke time and during so Erik wasted no time learning from the knight and offering his help when he could. The few times he was able to rest he did so in the company of the lord and they would become close friends. Years passed and the small city had rebuild and even more so the city was larger then before and reinforced to be protected from any other attacks. When Erik was becoming a man a war broke out. The beast from the wastelands started to get more active and were attacking cities often. At first it seemed to be just a increase in activity, but before long a mage in the capitol city was able to find out the hoards had found a master, a demon from another realm. A call to arms was rang through the lands and Erik answered. His actions in the war started to become legends in the later days as the armies of men pushed back into the waste. During the last fight Erik vanished from the battlefield. The war ended and Erik was missing for just over a year before he would be found again, striding into the city he called home as though it was just a normal day.
Stories would come out of what he was doing in that lost year but he would never mention it. Over the years he started to train the next generation and those he trained started to win competitions across the lands. The lord he had made friends with granted him land in a unknown area and in secret construction started to be built. Only a handful of builders and the lord knew about this cottage in the woods and in time, when Erik would retire he would go there to be in peace. With so few people knowing where he lived he only had to contend with the occasional passerby. Some would stop by the lake a mile away from his place or if one was lucky enough on the cliff over the lake was a small hot spring enclosed in a natural rock wall with a small way inside. In recent times the now retired old Erik had seen more and more people come by and he would start to train those that asked. However in his older age he would train these girls that came by and the training would turn a little more erotic as his hands could not help themselves and he would be bold enough to make his moves as soon as he was close enough.
