Eodras a commencé à frapper la corde sur son arc alors que son esprit a commencé à penser à la nourriture. Un lapin ou un faisan peut-être, probablement juste le premier animal qui a traversé son chemin quand il était à la chasse.
Tout le monde semblait penser la même chose que Darcyn et son groupe sont partis dans les bois. La meilleure chose qu'Eodras pensait c'était d'aller de l'autre côté, la seule chose que ce lot ferait serait de mettre les animaux en fuite. C'était toujours plus facile de chasser les animaux quand les chevaux ne battaient pas partout.
Le nain était toujours devant lui et parlait maintenant avec un hobbit. Il a fallu quelques jours à Eodras pour réaliser qu'elle était un hobbit et pas une petite fille, Eodras savait que les hobbits étaient petits mais ne s'attendait jamais à ce qu'ils soient aussi petits. Peut-être qu'elle était petite pour un hobbit, il n'en avait aucune idée. La ville d'Eodras n'était pas vraiment grande et loin de The Shire, donc aucune n'est passée. C'était le premier hobbit qu'il n'avait jamais vu.
Quelques minutes après le départ de Darcyn, Eodras a décidé de partir. "Eh bien, je vais aller prendre un dîner." Eodras leur annonça tous les deux qu'ils étaient au milieu de leur conversation. "Je reviens bientôt... Espérons." Avec ça, Eodras était dans les bois.
Quelques minutes à pied dans la forêt lorsque les bruits de la caravane avaient disparu, Eodras a finalement sorti une flèche et l'a encoché. Il s'accroupit légèrement et commença à bouger toujours aussi lentement, essayant de rester le plus calme possible et espérant entendre n'importe quel mouvement. En quelques minutes, un écureuil est apparu. Il était assis sur une branche essayant d'entrer par effraction dans un gland. Lentement Eodras a retiré sa flèche et a arrêté sa respiration. Il visait juste le côté et au-dessus de l'écureuil, sachant comment la flèche volerait à travers les airs. Il a lâché la flèche et le seul bruit qui pouvait être entendu était une frange alors que la corde de l'arc volait vers l'avant en lançant la flèche. En quelques secondes, l'écureuil était couché sur le sol. Eodras est allé et a attrapé l'animal et sorti la flèche. En quelques secondes, il était à nouveau à la recherche de plus.
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. :)