Les cris de joie du groupe de Darcyn se sont calmés dans la tente alors que l'homme lui-même sortait. La chemise de l'homme a été truffée et tachée, l'épée sur sa hanche à moitié tiré. Se faufiler contre le nain comme le moindre être l'insultait, Darcyn a fait un rire bruyant et fulgurant. "Les jeunes enfants. Le nain pense que 'je peux le mieux moi!" Plusieurs autres riaient fort avec lui, applaudissant pour cette bagarre ivre. Darcyn, ivre et ne voulant pas passer une chance de montrer le nain fou, a demandé à l'être de venir à lui. Tirant son épée d'un sifflement tranchant, et riant de manière déroutante. "Allez, petit homme! Voyons voir ce que font beaucoup de goblin squallor ken! » Il a éternué et a fait un geste lucide au Haradim qu'il a remarqué sur le bord de la mince foule. "Alors je montrerai à Dat Harad ce qu'une vraie mun peut faire!" Il riait et se lançait sur le nain stupéfiant, s'éloignant de son épée. Abandonner la raison ou le sens.
Ailleurs, un jeune elfe tirait le capot de son manteau trempé plus loin sur son visage. Frappant les feuilles et les branches à elle, elle murmura. La nuit s'est déroulée rapidement et elle était en train de refroidir. Un bon toit sur son abri et une literie à moitié décente et tout aurait raison. Son sourire était cependant encore en pleine force, tandis que Lathranien s'arrêtait près du petit ruisseau qui faisait de leur camping un lieu d'arrêt commun pour le voyageur en chemin. Agenouillée près de l'eau, elle a mis les branches de côté. Renouvelant la petite fiole qu'elle avait, Lathranien s'assit à l'abri de l'arbre. La pluie n'a pas brisé la canopée aussi mal ici et la femme s'y est révoltée. En jetant des morceaux de bâtons et des feuilles dans l'eau, en déchantant l'idée de faire du trekking par la pluie à sa petite cachette. La pluie et le froid assez dissuasif, ajouté sur le fait qu'elle était tout simplement épuisée. Ce n'était pas la première fois que Lathranien voyageait jusqu'ici. Mais c'était l'un des pires. Entre éviter les autres, l'elfe, et l'équipage de Darcyn, c'était stressant sur ses nerfs et le sommeil était agité. Ne jamais savoir si quelqu'un l'a piquée et que ses secrets sont révélés. Ça, elle n'a jamais pu laisser ça arriver.
Name: Eodras
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Gondorian
Appearance: Eodras stands just under six feet tale. He has broad shoulders and a well built frame in general. Being outside for most of his life as made him have a slight tan. His hair is scruffy on top and usually quite short on the side, with a slight stubble covering most of his face. Eodras has olive eyes and a nose which is slightly too big for his face and is bent from breaking it as a child. Apart from the big broken nose, his youth is clear to see with his warm smile, which seems to puts people to ease.
Equipment: Eodras dresses like a Ranger of Ithilien. His outfit is mainly composed of dark brown leather armour and then covered in an olive green hooded cloak. He is usually carrying his long hunting bow wherever he goes and arrows can be seen over his right shoulder, the quiver is hidden underneath the cloak. In the bottom of his quiver is a small pouch of Tharni and also some flints to start camp fires. Attached to the quiver is a small bed roll. A plain Gondorian steel longsword dangles from his left hip and then a plain Gondorian hatchet hangs from his right hip. Finally he has a skinning dagger on his lower back.
Personality: Eodras is a loud character, before he left Belfalas he was always making jokes and winding up people who took life too seriously. In the past few months he's become a bit more of a darker person though. He keeps his darker side to himself though and acts like nothing bothers him, until he snaps.
Story: He doesn't really have a goal, apart from making money, he's just wandering around. Eventually go back to Belfalas when he's ready. Eodras wants to be a better fighter not being a very skilled swordsman.
Biography: Eodras was raised in a small town in Belfalas. His Father, who was called Iolas and used to be a Ranger of Ithilien before he settled down with Eodras' Mother. After a few years they were married but unfortunately she died giving birth to Eodras.
Growing up, Iolas taught his son how to use a bow, a sword and often took him hunting. They lived a comfortable life, it was nothing spectacular but Eodras enjoyed his upbringing. His Father on the other hand couldn't get used to not being a ranger anymore and having no wife. He left Eodras alone a lot and spent much of his time in taverns drinking and gambling. After a while people started coming round to the house asking for money. Asking eventually turned into demanding. When Eodras was twenty three, his Father had been discovered down a back alley murdered.
After the funeral, it turned out that his Father had gambled their house away and Eodras was forced to leave the house. He grabbed his Fathers old gear and decided to head off only to come back when he was rich. He headed North towards Bree, on the way he ran into a merchant caravan.
Let me know if anything's wrong. :)