How it all started

Eric is a young ranger, he could see his whole life ahead of him...

But that was probably because the lines of magical dust on the counter put his magical ass to sleep for over 48 hours. He had partied hard...don't judge him though, what would you have done differently when offered the highest position of responsibility in your whole village? What you can judge him for on the other hand is the fact that in order to party he proceeded to use the magical dust he had to protect (a dust mind you that made the whole village strive, stay living and rich in crop) for the party. And then...there was none. 

This realization at first did not strike him as relevant up until he was faced with the great wizards whom, according to his wisdom "had their wands so up their ass they condemned me to eternal damnation!!". Frankly, a fitting punishment for a conceited brat. He was offered an opportunity though, that of "fixing it" by visiting the lands beyond the wall and collecting magical dust reserves from more fortunate kingdoms.

Now Eric roams the land, cranky and dusty, hoping to maybe find himself on this journey and not get murdered by the great wizards.