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Sangric
Sangric
(means "song of victory")
Backstory:
Sangric's father Sangifu served as a minstrel in Fengel's court, then returned to his hometown of Aldburg to be Cenric's court minstrel, when his son Sangric was still a boy being raised to the trade. A fey mood took Sangric when, at the age of 15, he saw his younger sister Cynead badly injured in an otherwise unremarkable orc attack. He hung up the lyre and joined Cenric's éored, but after eight years, his love for story and song was reawakened when his father sang at Cynead's wedding. Cenric would not release him from service, so he practiced the minstrel's arts on his own until he was freed at the age of 30. He left Aldburg, glad to be away from Cenric, to travel to every town, village, and croft of the Mark and learn their songs and tales. A few years ago, he was in a small, unimportant market square in Edoras telling the tale of Círion and Hallas at Amon Anwar, when Thengel chanced to be passing nearby enough to overhear it. Intrigued by how Sangric depicted Gondor, he listened in secret. Impressed, he invited Sangric to spend several days in Meduseld telling tales, and learning from the court minstrel, before continuing on his journeys through the Mark.
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(means "song of victory")
Culture: Rider of Rohan Standard of Living: Martial Cultural Blessing: Fey Mood Background: Minstrel of the Golden Hall Calling: Scholar Shadow-weakness: Lure of secrets Specialties: Story-telling, Minstrelsy, Rhymes of Lore Distinctive Features: Robust, True-heartedCharacter Details:
Backstory:
Sangric's father Sangifu served as a minstrel in Fengel's court, then returned to his hometown of Aldburg to be Cenric's court minstrel, when his son Sangric was still a boy being raised to the trade. A fey mood took Sangric when, at the age of 15, he saw his younger sister Cynead badly injured in an otherwise unremarkable orc attack. He hung up the lyre and joined Cenric's éored, but after eight years, his love for story and song was reawakened when his father sang at Cynead's wedding. Cenric would not release him from service, so he practiced the minstrel's arts on his own until he was freed at the age of 30. He left Aldburg, glad to be away from Cenric, to travel to every town, village, and croft of the Mark and learn their songs and tales. A few years ago, he was in a small, unimportant market square in Edoras telling the tale of Círion and Hallas at Amon Anwar, when Thengel chanced to be passing nearby enough to overhear it. Intrigued by how Sangric depicted Gondor, he listened in secret. Impressed, he invited Sangric to spend several days in Meduseld telling tales, and learning from the court minstrel, before continuing on his journeys through the Mark.
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- Blubbo_Baggins
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Re: The Fellowship
Torwin
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Warden
Background: Grandson of the Doorward
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Power
Traits: Grim, Tall
Specialties: Riddermark-lore, Horsemanship, Shadow-lore
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Motivations/Background:
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Warden
Background: Grandson of the Doorward
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Power
Traits: Grim, Tall
Specialties: Riddermark-lore, Horsemanship, Shadow-lore
Character Sheet
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- Othniel
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Re: The Fellowship
Istril, Woman of Gondor
Player Name: Othniel
Character Name: Istril
Race (Subrace): Human (Man of Minas Tirith)
Gender: Female
Ht, Wt, Eyes, Hair: 5’9”, 140 lbs, grey eyes, dark auburn hair color.
Calling: Scholar
Background: Master of Healing
Description:
Physically, Istril is a typical representative of her people: Tall and lissome with dark hair (albeit a rarer shade of red), grey eyes, and a proud face. Istril’s skin is a sun-kissed tan, though she would still be considered fair when compared with Gondor’s neighbors. Her movements are quick but graceful, and when at rest (which is seldom) she seems tensed as a spring. Her scent carries the fragrance of a multitude of flowers and herbs mixed with the faint smells of several solution and poultice ingredients.
Istril differs from her people only in that she is far less grave than the Men of Minas Tirith and its lands are expected to be. Perhaps this comes from living in Pelargir, or from her years spent accompanying her father in his vessel, but Istril is a cheerful woman with near-boundless, infectious energy. Istril also has a particular knack for judging the character of those with whom she speaks. She intently watches the eyes of those speaking to gauge their motives.
She wears a leather corslet and carries a bow, longsword, and dagger; and while proficient with each, she has yet to use any of her implements of war for that purpose. Her bow alone she has used to slay the occasional dangerous beast.
History:
Istril was always a willful child, and that didn’t change as she grew. Born to Nestedir and Idhressel in the Gondorian city of Pelargir, Istril was raised in prosperity. The only daughter of a wealthy merchant, Istril wanted for nothing. Nothing, that is, save escape from a life planned without her approval.
Nestedir, her father, made his way a trader who traveled the ports of Gondor, buying and selling as he went and making quite a successful living at it. Now in his middle years, Nestedir is the owner of a small fleet of trading vessels, and prefers to remain at home in Pelargir where he sees to the running of his business. His wife, Idhressel, grew up the daughter of a weaver who sold cloth to Nestedir which he would then transport and sell again for a tidy profit. Familiarity blossomed into love, and shortly after the two were married, Istril was born.
Her father likes to say that as soon as she could walk, she would run, and Istril quickly grew into a vivacious young woman. She spent most of her time out-of-doors, and her mother early on abandoned hope of teaching her to weave. Istril preferred the woods and the fields far too much for that, and she spent more time in the company of young lads her age than young lasses. As she grew into an adult, her father nurtured her spirit of adventure, and allowed her to join him on his trading journeys throughout Gondor. After Nestedir’s business grew great enough, he retired from voyaging himself and hired others to do so for him while he stayed in Pelargir and handled larger trade deals. This left Istril seeking a purpose, and her mother suggested she apprentice to a healer. Idhressel felt a challenging vocation such as that would occupy her daughter’s active mind, and Istril had shown herself to have a keen eye and a steady hand.
Istril found success, though she was often scolded by her teacher, an aging woman named Maerwen who had moved to Pelargir from Lossarnach. Mistress Maerwen saw in Istril the potential to be a great healer, for the girl had an eye for the right herbs and could remember treatments for specific ailments after little practice. Maerwen taught her everything she knew, for the women of Lossarnach kept many rhymes of herb- and healing-lore that they passed on to their apprentices. One note of importance did Maerwen impress upon Istril: There is no replacement for the trained eye and a careful hand when seeking a healing herb, and she recommended that Istril learn to seek out these herbs herself in the wild.
She was, of course, was delighted at the prospect of traveling field and forest, although Istril’s parents were less so (they were, however, resigned to it by this point). Her father commissioned a set of gear suitable to the now-grown woman and required her to split her time between learning the art of healing and the art of defense, should she ever need the latter.
Istril has kept at her training and studies, though recently her life took a dramatic turn. Thengel, the heir to the throne of Rohan had been living in Lossarnach with his wife, Morwen, and one of his people happened to be traveling in Pelargir when he suffered a grievous injury. Maerwen was visiting relatives in Lossarnach (her cousin Morwen, in fact), which left Istril to tend to the injured man. Combining all that Maerwen had taught her with her own natural skill, Istril was able to save the man’s life, earning the gratitude of both patient and his master, Thengel.
When Thengel returned with his family to Rohan to take the throne, he issued an invitation to both Maerwen and Istril: Come and enjoy the hospitality of the king’s hall and exchange lore of healing and herbs with the lore-masters of Rohan. Maerwen by now considered herself too old to travel, and she was busy minding new apprentices, but she urged Istril to take the offer. Her parents, too, urged her to go and experience what the land of Gondor’s closest ally had to offer. Besides, her father suggested, perhaps it would take one of the Horselords to tame her heart.
Quirks or Behaviours:
When Istril lays her piercing gaze on others to search their expressions for their motives, such keen glances can alarm others. She has learned this, and attempts to guard herself against simple staring, but that does not always work the way she wishes.
In addition to a store of healing supplies, Istril also carries a copy of her teacher’s book on herb- and healing-lore, which she frequently adds notes to when the occasion presents itself. This is almost certainly the only time she remains quiet and still (save when asleep).
Istril is energetic, but this also gives her several neurotic tics: she has a tendency to chew her lip when thinking, and she often fidgets with her auburn tresses. In addition, she often mutters the rhymes of lore that she knows while trying to remember something as if it were a method to provoke mental recall.
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Player Name: Othniel
Character Name: Istril
Race (Subrace): Human (Man of Minas Tirith)
Gender: Female
Ht, Wt, Eyes, Hair: 5’9”, 140 lbs, grey eyes, dark auburn hair color.
Calling: Scholar
Background: Master of Healing
Description:
Physically, Istril is a typical representative of her people: Tall and lissome with dark hair (albeit a rarer shade of red), grey eyes, and a proud face. Istril’s skin is a sun-kissed tan, though she would still be considered fair when compared with Gondor’s neighbors. Her movements are quick but graceful, and when at rest (which is seldom) she seems tensed as a spring. Her scent carries the fragrance of a multitude of flowers and herbs mixed with the faint smells of several solution and poultice ingredients.
Istril differs from her people only in that she is far less grave than the Men of Minas Tirith and its lands are expected to be. Perhaps this comes from living in Pelargir, or from her years spent accompanying her father in his vessel, but Istril is a cheerful woman with near-boundless, infectious energy. Istril also has a particular knack for judging the character of those with whom she speaks. She intently watches the eyes of those speaking to gauge their motives.
She wears a leather corslet and carries a bow, longsword, and dagger; and while proficient with each, she has yet to use any of her implements of war for that purpose. Her bow alone she has used to slay the occasional dangerous beast.
History:
Istril was always a willful child, and that didn’t change as she grew. Born to Nestedir and Idhressel in the Gondorian city of Pelargir, Istril was raised in prosperity. The only daughter of a wealthy merchant, Istril wanted for nothing. Nothing, that is, save escape from a life planned without her approval.
Nestedir, her father, made his way a trader who traveled the ports of Gondor, buying and selling as he went and making quite a successful living at it. Now in his middle years, Nestedir is the owner of a small fleet of trading vessels, and prefers to remain at home in Pelargir where he sees to the running of his business. His wife, Idhressel, grew up the daughter of a weaver who sold cloth to Nestedir which he would then transport and sell again for a tidy profit. Familiarity blossomed into love, and shortly after the two were married, Istril was born.
Her father likes to say that as soon as she could walk, she would run, and Istril quickly grew into a vivacious young woman. She spent most of her time out-of-doors, and her mother early on abandoned hope of teaching her to weave. Istril preferred the woods and the fields far too much for that, and she spent more time in the company of young lads her age than young lasses. As she grew into an adult, her father nurtured her spirit of adventure, and allowed her to join him on his trading journeys throughout Gondor. After Nestedir’s business grew great enough, he retired from voyaging himself and hired others to do so for him while he stayed in Pelargir and handled larger trade deals. This left Istril seeking a purpose, and her mother suggested she apprentice to a healer. Idhressel felt a challenging vocation such as that would occupy her daughter’s active mind, and Istril had shown herself to have a keen eye and a steady hand.
Istril found success, though she was often scolded by her teacher, an aging woman named Maerwen who had moved to Pelargir from Lossarnach. Mistress Maerwen saw in Istril the potential to be a great healer, for the girl had an eye for the right herbs and could remember treatments for specific ailments after little practice. Maerwen taught her everything she knew, for the women of Lossarnach kept many rhymes of herb- and healing-lore that they passed on to their apprentices. One note of importance did Maerwen impress upon Istril: There is no replacement for the trained eye and a careful hand when seeking a healing herb, and she recommended that Istril learn to seek out these herbs herself in the wild.
She was, of course, was delighted at the prospect of traveling field and forest, although Istril’s parents were less so (they were, however, resigned to it by this point). Her father commissioned a set of gear suitable to the now-grown woman and required her to split her time between learning the art of healing and the art of defense, should she ever need the latter.
Istril has kept at her training and studies, though recently her life took a dramatic turn. Thengel, the heir to the throne of Rohan had been living in Lossarnach with his wife, Morwen, and one of his people happened to be traveling in Pelargir when he suffered a grievous injury. Maerwen was visiting relatives in Lossarnach (her cousin Morwen, in fact), which left Istril to tend to the injured man. Combining all that Maerwen had taught her with her own natural skill, Istril was able to save the man’s life, earning the gratitude of both patient and his master, Thengel.
When Thengel returned with his family to Rohan to take the throne, he issued an invitation to both Maerwen and Istril: Come and enjoy the hospitality of the king’s hall and exchange lore of healing and herbs with the lore-masters of Rohan. Maerwen by now considered herself too old to travel, and she was busy minding new apprentices, but she urged Istril to take the offer. Her parents, too, urged her to go and experience what the land of Gondor’s closest ally had to offer. Besides, her father suggested, perhaps it would take one of the Horselords to tame her heart.
Quirks or Behaviours:
When Istril lays her piercing gaze on others to search their expressions for their motives, such keen glances can alarm others. She has learned this, and attempts to guard herself against simple staring, but that does not always work the way she wishes.
In addition to a store of healing supplies, Istril also carries a copy of her teacher’s book on herb- and healing-lore, which she frequently adds notes to when the occasion presents itself. This is almost certainly the only time she remains quiet and still (save when asleep).
Istril is energetic, but this also gives her several neurotic tics: she has a tendency to chew her lip when thinking, and she often fidgets with her auburn tresses. In addition, she often mutters the rhymes of lore that she knows while trying to remember something as if it were a method to provoke mental recall.
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/ ... 1510142986
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Re: The Fellowship
Théofred
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Slayer
Background: Fey and Dangerous
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Vengeance
Distinctive Features: Fierce, Reckless
Specialties: Horsemanship, Beast-Lore, Wolf-Lore
Character Sheet
Théofred
Arfeax
The Horse and the Rider
Background:
Théofred son of Folcred was born in a small homestead in the region of Rohan known as The Wold. He grew up hunting, and protecting the few small settlements. Born in the year of 2935 the reign of King Fengel did not touch The Wold in the same way as the rest of Rohan. He lived largley a care free life, and growing into his adult years came into his own as a guard for many of the merchants who traded outside of Rohan's borders. He would often accompany merchants North to a small village of Men in the Vales of the Great River called the Toft. The village was filled with men of a foul bent, and there was such a time where he had to fight off groups of bandits. On his 18th birthday he was offcially allowed to ride North leading his own company of guards, while his father would stay behind. He was given his Grandfather's Helm, a family heirloom that had been in the family for generations. Dating back to when the first of the Erolingas rode South to aid Gondor. A Golden Helm with the markings of one of the Meras on it. And the long black tail of a Great Steed of the North flowing from it. The last gift was to take his pick of his father's Riding Horses, his favorite was the Mare Arfeax a Chestnut horse with a white nose. It was on this trip north where he gained renown in Rohan, having led the the band of guards against a group of Bandits who assailed their caravan. The Leofrings as they were called. It was on this trip that a pack of wild wargs came down from the mountains, and raided his father's homestead. His mother and sister Frida and Frideswyn were badly wounded, but they survived. His father and older brother though were killed defending them. To this day he is torn, wishing he had stayed behind at the farmsted, and perhaps his father and brother would still be alive. But now he is the heir to his Father's homestead, and with a new Kind crowned he travels south to Edoras and the Hall of Meduseld to swear his oaths of loyalty to him.
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Slayer
Background: Fey and Dangerous
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Vengeance
Distinctive Features: Fierce, Reckless
Specialties: Horsemanship, Beast-Lore, Wolf-Lore
Character Sheet
Théofred
Arfeax
The Horse and the Rider
Background:
Théofred son of Folcred was born in a small homestead in the region of Rohan known as The Wold. He grew up hunting, and protecting the few small settlements. Born in the year of 2935 the reign of King Fengel did not touch The Wold in the same way as the rest of Rohan. He lived largley a care free life, and growing into his adult years came into his own as a guard for many of the merchants who traded outside of Rohan's borders. He would often accompany merchants North to a small village of Men in the Vales of the Great River called the Toft. The village was filled with men of a foul bent, and there was such a time where he had to fight off groups of bandits. On his 18th birthday he was offcially allowed to ride North leading his own company of guards, while his father would stay behind. He was given his Grandfather's Helm, a family heirloom that had been in the family for generations. Dating back to when the first of the Erolingas rode South to aid Gondor. A Golden Helm with the markings of one of the Meras on it. And the long black tail of a Great Steed of the North flowing from it. The last gift was to take his pick of his father's Riding Horses, his favorite was the Mare Arfeax a Chestnut horse with a white nose. It was on this trip north where he gained renown in Rohan, having led the the band of guards against a group of Bandits who assailed their caravan. The Leofrings as they were called. It was on this trip that a pack of wild wargs came down from the mountains, and raided his father's homestead. His mother and sister Frida and Frideswyn were badly wounded, but they survived. His father and older brother though were killed defending them. To this day he is torn, wishing he had stayed behind at the farmsted, and perhaps his father and brother would still be alive. But now he is the heir to his Father's homestead, and with a new Kind crowned he travels south to Edoras and the Hall of Meduseld to swear his oaths of loyalty to him.
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- Taraborn
- Level 2
- Posts: 25
- User Class: Mercenary Soldier
Re: The Fellowship
Ceorgrim
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Ceorgrim was born and raised in a small homestead near Grimslade, and his mother Alfwine died a few years later giving birth to his younger brother Dernwine. His father, Grimhelm was a hunter for the homestead, and had many times taken up arms to raid Dunland during the reign of King Fengel, fighting with spear and shield. Both sons were raised to become hunters as well one day, and would often roam the plains near their villages in search of game. Dernwine was always the more talented with the bow, whereas Ceorgrim had always found the spear a more natural weapon to use.
During his eighteenth year, Ceorgrim suffered an injury during a hunt, breaking his leg and being carried back by his father and brother. He spent a time bed-ridden, and his father and brother went hunting without him. One day, they travelled out towards the West and never returned. Days passed until at last their bodies were found by men of the homestead, alongside clear marks of a Dunlending raid. With plenty of time barely able to leave his own bed, and then his home, Ceorgrim had a lot of time to stew, his temperament becoming more and more foul until at last he had recovered enough to leave. Taking up his fathers armour and weapons he departed from his homestead to travel the wilds to protect travellers from harm so no other family could be left like his.
In his twentieth year, he is roaming the area of Harrowdale, tracking brigands through the woods until he came upon them besetting a merchant on his way to Edoras. Fighting off the two criminals, Ceorgrim slew one and routed the other and let the merchant convince him to come with him to Edoras to protect him the rest of the way. On their arrival, the merchant tells the tale to many until it reaches the ears of King Thengel, who summons Ceorgrim to Meduseld to thank him.
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Ceorgrim was born and raised in a small homestead near Grimslade, and his mother Alfwine died a few years later giving birth to his younger brother Dernwine. His father, Grimhelm was a hunter for the homestead, and had many times taken up arms to raid Dunland during the reign of King Fengel, fighting with spear and shield. Both sons were raised to become hunters as well one day, and would often roam the plains near their villages in search of game. Dernwine was always the more talented with the bow, whereas Ceorgrim had always found the spear a more natural weapon to use.
During his eighteenth year, Ceorgrim suffered an injury during a hunt, breaking his leg and being carried back by his father and brother. He spent a time bed-ridden, and his father and brother went hunting without him. One day, they travelled out towards the West and never returned. Days passed until at last their bodies were found by men of the homestead, alongside clear marks of a Dunlending raid. With plenty of time barely able to leave his own bed, and then his home, Ceorgrim had a lot of time to stew, his temperament becoming more and more foul until at last he had recovered enough to leave. Taking up his fathers armour and weapons he departed from his homestead to travel the wilds to protect travellers from harm so no other family could be left like his.
In his twentieth year, he is roaming the area of Harrowdale, tracking brigands through the woods until he came upon them besetting a merchant on his way to Edoras. Fighting off the two criminals, Ceorgrim slew one and routed the other and let the merchant convince him to come with him to Edoras to protect him the rest of the way. On their arrival, the merchant tells the tale to many until it reaches the ears of King Thengel, who summons Ceorgrim to Meduseld to thank him.
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- geomtje
- Level 2
- Posts: 57
- Location: Netherlands
- User Class: Warden
Re: The Fellowship
Éodir, son of Éodas
Éodir, son of Éodas is an eager, but unexperienced young lad who tries to follow in the footsteps of his well acclaimed father. Focused on earning the respect of his father; Éodir feels that he has a lot to learn to make his father proud.
He tries his best to do what he feels is right and what is expected of him. This often leads to Éodir being too focused on achieving his goal and failing to see the bigger picture.
Éodir has a close bond with Brédor, his horse, whom has been born in the same year. He is a white hoofed Chestnut brown horse who wears a white star on its head and is only ever really at ease when being together with Éodir. Éodir often finds comfort in Brédor, when he feels that he has not lived up to his father reputation; making them almost inseparable.
Character Sheet
Éodir, son of Éodas is an eager, but unexperienced young lad who tries to follow in the footsteps of his well acclaimed father. Focused on earning the respect of his father; Éodir feels that he has a lot to learn to make his father proud.
He tries his best to do what he feels is right and what is expected of him. This often leads to Éodir being too focused on achieving his goal and failing to see the bigger picture.
Éodir has a close bond with Brédor, his horse, whom has been born in the same year. He is a white hoofed Chestnut brown horse who wears a white star on its head and is only ever really at ease when being together with Éodir. Éodir often finds comfort in Brédor, when he feels that he has not lived up to his father reputation; making them almost inseparable.
Character Sheet
J.J.R. Tolkien wrote:...so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
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Re: The Fellowship
Hereweald, Son of Heard
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Wanderer
Background: The Greatest Hunter
Shadow Weakness: Wandering-madness
Traits: Reckless, True-hearted
Specialties: Horsemanship, Beast-lore, Folk-lore
Character Sheet:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/ ... sp=sharing
Backstory:
Hereweald was raised with a love of tales, and those tales inspired wander lust in him. He has traveled across Rohan into many places where other men have not for the joy of seeing the wild places. He's taken to hunting to both survive and to earn himself a living for those things he could not make himself. His family lives in the Westfold still, father (Hefric) and mother (Estrun), some siblings and plenty of cousins. He rarely travels home, not because of some dramatic history, but simply out of practicality, its normally far afield.
Last year a well known horse breeder and trainer, Dudda the Wise, was working with a herd of horses in the north of Rohan, close to Fangorn, when he was taken aware by a great board known as the Boar of Leavesholt. The man was mortally wounded, and gave into his injuries, but not before Hereweald was told of the troubles. Luck would have it that Hereweald was able to track and kill the great beast, sending its tusks to Dudda's family as wereguild for the poor man's death. News of that act must have reached the king, for eventually Hereweald was found, and summoned to Edoras. Now he must explore that city, a sort of wild that he's never done much exploring in.
Culture: Rider of Rohan
Calling: Wanderer
Background: The Greatest Hunter
Shadow Weakness: Wandering-madness
Traits: Reckless, True-hearted
Specialties: Horsemanship, Beast-lore, Folk-lore
Character Sheet:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/ ... sp=sharing
Backstory:
Hereweald was raised with a love of tales, and those tales inspired wander lust in him. He has traveled across Rohan into many places where other men have not for the joy of seeing the wild places. He's taken to hunting to both survive and to earn himself a living for those things he could not make himself. His family lives in the Westfold still, father (Hefric) and mother (Estrun), some siblings and plenty of cousins. He rarely travels home, not because of some dramatic history, but simply out of practicality, its normally far afield.
Last year a well known horse breeder and trainer, Dudda the Wise, was working with a herd of horses in the north of Rohan, close to Fangorn, when he was taken aware by a great board known as the Boar of Leavesholt. The man was mortally wounded, and gave into his injuries, but not before Hereweald was told of the troubles. Luck would have it that Hereweald was able to track and kill the great beast, sending its tusks to Dudda's family as wereguild for the poor man's death. News of that act must have reached the king, for eventually Hereweald was found, and summoned to Edoras. Now he must explore that city, a sort of wild that he's never done much exploring in.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Re: The Fellowship
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring