Theorcs coup n'a pas été connecté comme l'un des nains intercepté le coup. Frapper le couteau à l'aide d'un bouclier et écraser la tête de la vile créature avec un coup puissant de sa warhammer. N'ayant pas le temps d'être remerciés, les nains de la caravane tonnèrent après les orques en retraite. Voulant vaincre l'ennemi de leur course pour de bon. S'il y avait une créature qui pouvait amener toutes les races à un accord rapide, c'était les orcs et les viles créations de Sauron. Car l'ombre sombre de Mordor était une brûlure au-dessus de la terre et tout le monde savait bien que l'ombre était affrontée ensemble plus que seule. La mère de weepong a aidé Ireth à se mettre aux pieds la jeune femme avec de nombreux gages de gratitude. Son enfant s'accroche à elle et crie. Conduire la jeune femme sur le côté et les braises d'un front presque mort, elle est partie ici pour tirer mort du carnage. Une autre femme tout aussi habillée et d'une ressemblance assez juste avec son parent, peut-être sa sœur, à la mère qu'elle avait aidée a commencé à voir ses blessures et a forcé beaucoup de suc chaud brassage dans les mains d'Ireth tp être ivre.
Darcyn a piqué et maudit l'enflure, mais il avait cessé de brandir son épée. Il s'est retourné vers l'arrivée des spats dans la direction de la femme Harad. "Flithy païenne pleurniche." Nul doute qu'il allait soigner son ego blessé jusqu'à ce qu'il arrive à un moyen pf pensant qu'il était dans le clair et l'elfe était tout à blâmer. Ce serait peut-être la femme ou les nains. Ou Giles Wigby le maître de la caravane elle-même. Oui, Darcyn était un homme d'une grande détermination qu'il était ce dont le monde était question.
Alors qu'Agarwaen se retournait, il voyait un faible sentier laissé sur le sol flaqué et musqué. En direction de la route. Car tout le jeune elfe était jeune, elle se tenait à peu près jusqu'à sa poitrine. Si ce n'est pas un peu plus court. Mais avec le manteau familier et sa voix. Il n'aurait pas été admiste en le reliant à un jeune garçon qui était avec la caravane. Lathranien connaissait bien ces choses et était vraiment pressée pour la route afin qu'elle puisse peut-être échapper à l'avis de l'elfe.
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. :)