(I found this in my folders recently, but had actually written this over a year ago. It is unfinished, but it at least serves by itself as an explanation for where Ebold has gone. As it is old, certain information is inaccurtate.)
My name is Ebold. I hail from a destitute little village named Caligor, among the woods of Eryn Vorn, Minhiriath. Head to nowhere, then keep going, and you might just find it. My father died when I was fourteen, and I was left responsible for seven sisters. My sole brother, Buckles, had passed a year earlier. Only my twin sister, Eldrida, helped to keep my sanity in check. I loved my family, truly, but I needed an escape. During the harvest of TA 2098, we were visited by Hereward the Tall; a mighty Rohirric exile and famed slayer of monsters. Leaving my sisters in the best care I could find, I made for the road with Hereward, and joined his creed, never looking back.
That was twenty years ago. I’ve been a hunter ever since, ridding the world of wargs, trolls, dragon-kind and other terrors, travelling across Middle-Earth, from those ever-wintered lands, Forochel, to the dark sands of Harondor, where summer never ceases. I made a name for myself: Ebold the Undying, and by the grace of the Bloody Dawn, I now live lavishly as a captain of mercenaries in Bree-Town. Most of the hunters aren’t so fortunate as I, for it is dangerous work. Nearly all of us are dead by thirty, ourselves slain by whatever beasts we set out to kill. I lost my mentor, many friends, and my beloved to this fate. One may expect that I should be pleased to have lasted so long- and to live in such comfort, too- but on the contrary, my penchant for living has accommodated me with time I loathe to spend, and I can’t carry on hunting monsters forever. This past four years, in Bree, I’ve done my best to try and settle down, splashing my gold fruitlessly at anything or anyone that might entertain me, if even for a while. I even tried to love again. But how do you begin to satisfy a man like me, who’s been everywhere, seen, done and tasted anything that might please him? Settling down has not worked, so surely, I could never retire. So that’s that- I’m returning to the hunt, but first, there are loose ends that must be tied.
We’d been discussing lost family in the company hall, when the case of my own sisters came up. I would like to see them again, of course, and I’d at least like to know that they’ve had pleasant and comfortable lives since my departure. Once, Gwyn had tried to comfort by reminding me that by the time I left, two of my sisters were married, and a third was engaged. Between them, the younger girls should’ve been well looked after. Yet, I was never assured of this. I knew I couldn’t leave their fates to my imagination, and I had to see them again before I went back on the hunt. It was the beginning of winter when I had finally decided to travel home to Caligor.
