This is the story of Erdrick, a descendant of the one great Erdrick,
        savior of Alefgard, Dragon Warrior.

        From a youth, Erdrick was trained and schooled by the finest
        teachers in the land. His parents knew of his ancestry and
        bequeathed the honored name to him in hopes he would return his
        troubled land to peace and drive away the darkness brought on by a
        new onslaught from hell itself. The training was carried out in secret
        for the enemies were everywhere. Even before his training was
        complete, there was tragedy. His teachers and mentors were
        methodically hunted down and killed for their resistance to the evil,
        none of which divulged knowledge of Erdrick.
        It wasn’t long before even Erdrick’s parents were taken and
        executed. This was the final event that he could stand.

        In total rage and determination, he set out to avenge all. His skill at
        fighting and magic were unmatched as he brought devastation to the
        forces of evil that plagued his land. Battle by battle, he reclaimed
        city by city, province by province, training others as he went to
        maintain the peace that he had won. He even discovered many lost
        treasures lost in previous times belonging to the original Erdrick, his
        sword, armor, tablet yielding words of wisdom, token that proved his
        ancestry and many other treasures that made him a champion of
        unparalleled power and ability. Before long, he was able to vanquish
        the evil and defeat the dreaded DragonLord, who at the last moment
        fled to the netherworld threatening to return.

        In his travels, Erdrick made many friends and alliances. There was
        one in particular he couldn’t get out of his mind. Her name was
        Cassandra. Her beauty was exceptional, not only what the eye could
        behold, but permeating through her soul and spirit as well. She was
        unlike anyone he had ever seen. With the complexion of fine china,
        blue eyes that sparkled and were fathomless, long, rich, dark hair
        that glistened like the feathers of a raven, a body to make
        Aphrodite jealous, strong of mind as well as stature, she had truly
        smitten him. It wasn’t long before their courtship had blossomed to
        betrothal and marriage. They settled down in a place called
        Moonbrooke Castle and began raising a family. They had two sons and
        one daughter. All had been heaven for many years, life could not have
        been better.

        Erdrick was away with his son in a distant province for several weeks
        tending to matters there when word of great disaster reached him.
        Moonbrooke Castle had been sacked and all destroyed. There was
        only one survivor, a servant who managed to reach a neighboring
        province. Erdrick was stunned....it had to be the return of
        DragonLord, an almost forgotten threat made true. He made haste,
        traveling faster than he had ever done before, almost leaving behind
        his son, yet managing somehow to keep him alongside. News had
        already spread throughout the land. All were in a horrified stupor,
        some wandered aimlessly and others barricaded themselves in their
        homes and castles.

        As he drew closer to the border of Moonbrooke Province, there was
        a distinct odor of death in the air. Soon after crossing the boundary,
        the first indication of what was ahead began to appear. Each house,
        cabin, farmland and village they passed had been utterly annihilated,
        not only people but everything living had been totally mutilated
        beyond recognition and the stench was overpowering. Everything had
        been sliced, chopped, chewed, mangled and mauled to the point you
        could not tell the parts one from another. Carrion were everywhere
        as were flies and more stench.

        What was found at Moonbrooke Castle was no different, except
        maybe worse. Erdrick’s son had gone into a state of shock and did
        scarcely move. Erdrick searched and searched for any sign of his
        beloved Cassie or his other son or daughter. He thought he found
        hints as to their whereabouts as he found a bit of cloth here, and
        item of jewelry there, but couldn’t be sure of anything due to the
        utter and total mutilation and devastation. Body parts and pieces
        were everywhere, none seemed bigger than a hand and those were
        mangled and chewed. After hours and hours of searching, fighting
        horrible stench, exhaustion and despair, Erdrick came to the only
        conclusion he could; they were dead.......gone forever.........the only thing
        left he could do was to set fire to the whole place, indeed the whole
        province, to get rid of the decay and disease that would follow if
        left alone.

        After gathering his son, who now seemed to be in a total stupor and
        summoning all the magic at his command, Erdrick cast fireball after
        fireball until the once heavenly castle was engulfed in flames. As
        they traveled, again, fireball followed fireball in purging the land of
        the carnage. His grief and hatred only intensified the effects of
        each fireball. He wondered if there had been anything he could have
        done to prepare and prevent such a catastrophe.

        Erdrick’s son had not spoken nor responded in any way since arriving
        at Moonbrooke Castle and Erdrick feared for the worse. He had to
        get help for his son and send him as far away as possible for healing
        and protection. He knew of a place in a far distant land, with a
        peaceful, gentle people who would help. He booked passage on a ship
        and sent his son off attended by a friend he could trust.

        He then set about planning revenge, destruction and eradication
        upon DragonLord and all the incredible forces he had amassed. He
        was clever at making effective and swift attacks in unlikely places
        as he was assured victories. He knew he could not attack directly or
        systematically reclaim any areas without wearing down the enemy or
        acquiring help.

        In his battles, he ran across a fierce warrior who fought like none he
        had seen. The tactics and style were somewhat familiar and the
        effects were like unto his own. He hailed this warrior and they
        became allies and friends. His name was Derrick and in talking about
        their past and training, they soon realized they had many common
        connections. Derrick learned from many masters and teachers who
        had learned from Erdrick’s masters and teachers of his youth.
        Derrick had never known his parents as they were killed soon after
        he was born. In exploring the pasts and striking similarities and when
        their parents had been killed, they came to a startling
        conclusion.......They were brothers. Derrick had just then come to
        realize his full ancestry and heritage.

        They were a true force to be reckoned with as they fought side by
        side, defeating foe after foe, slowly regaining parts of Alefgard
        from the control of DragonLord. In conquering areas, they learned
        of many riddles and puzzles brought about by the return of
        DragonLord and his forces. One such puzzle involved a princess who
        was turned into a dog. Of course, they set out to solve this riddle
        and succeeded in returning the princess to her original human form.
        It turned out she was a far distant cousin, another descendant of
        the original Erdrick and quite a formidable enchantress at that.

        The three of them fought together and finally won the land back
        from the vile DragonLord and defeated him once and for all,
        preventing any escape at the last moment, ending his life and
        wreaking revenge for all the pain and suffering he had caused.

        Erdrick continued for some time in the land of his birth, but without
        his beloved Cassandra, he could find no real happiness. Alefgard was
        in the hands of good people and loving leaders. Erdrick departed and
        began a quest to find the peace and happiness that could fill his
        heart and life. He traveled to far distant lands, helping in any way he
        could, bringing peace, order, and justice to many troubled peoples.

        He saw great wonders and made many great friends, yet there was
        still something missing in his life. He even found his son, who he once
        sent away. His son had fully recovered and found a great life in the
        high, snow-covered mountains. He had adopted the name GoingLarge,
        for his love of the snow and a strange way of traveling on it (but,
        that is his story).

        Together again, they traveled and learned even more of the world
        they lived in. Eventually, they found a place called Neverwinter. They
        found it a place full of troubles and many who needed their help.
        There was much to do and they never seemed to travel much
        together, but made many of the same friends and kept in touch by
        carrier pigeon.

        Erdrick had met many a warrior and made many friends. One had
        even asked him to join his group that he called a guild. This seemed
        to be a reasonable thing to do and after a time, Erdrick was made a
        Knight in that guild. After several months, the leaders seemed to be
        gone from the realms or not interested in any more growth or
        participation. Other members of the guild had voiced some concern
        and much desire to see more done with the guild. With the help and
        aid of a squire of his, who was by then a Knight also, they forged a
        new guild that became known as the Guardians of Light. Now he and
        GoingLarge have a new home to share and leave messages for
        one-another.

        Erdrick found it necessary to adopt a new name with a KE at the end
        to signify what he had become through all his travels. The ‘K’
        signified a Knight that was true in many lands. The ‘E’ signifies much
        more, Explorer, Errant, Exemplar, Expositor, Educator, Emancipator,
        or Equerry, each of which he was and will be for a long time to come.