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Alfknutr
Alfknutr (Elf Knot); Knot; 'Edhel-nardh'
| Name | Alfknutr |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Rope-maker, story-teller and worldly campaigner. |
| Age | Ripe |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Any settlement that will abide his passing. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | From the first a warm smile will greet you upon his weathered face, lined with laughter as much as toil. Framing this welcoming visage there hangs a mane of shaggy red hair, curled back behind his ears, and a bronze beard that hugs his jaw line. Down his right temple, however, a beautiful and intricate braid of the same hue hangs freely and clearly; but it does not rob him of his masculinity, rather it culturally enhances him and marks his kin from over the mountains. At his hip hangs a coil of unusually well-made rope, and his long rough cloak bears the curious but faded design of wolves heralding the moon. His legs are long and clad in leather and he walks astride a blade fit for the dangers of the road. His boots are muddy, and his hands are rough, yet they are often put to kind and honest purpose; these all remain the most memorable aspects of his appearance. |
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Background
Alfknutr is not high born, nor yet worthy of great legend; neither is he a warrior of brutal renown, or a villain of infamy. He is, however, an exceptionally well traveled Northman whose fame as an adventure-starter is beginning to precede him. He brings with him only one myth in his wake: they say he stole the secrets of elven rope-making and was, in exile, tossed over the Misty Mountains by the skin-changers. He will deny this with a bark of a laugh, though he may explain proper the 'Elf-Knot' moniker and its source.
Through his far-reaching travels Knot has attained a gifted understanding of language, making him well learned in many Mannish tongues; yet still his native guttural twang betrays his Langfloodish accent. He has observed many peoples, having lived among some in his nomadic wanderings, and learned what little they were prepared to give. In this way the Elf-Knot has grown into a formidable well of experience and unorthodox skill; all the better to win his warm and cultured friendship, than to feel the rope-burn of his latent Northmannish anger.
He will rejoice in telling you many stories of strange lands and peoples, their languages and culture, and his travails to learn them; but he is not vain, and will trade them only for fine tales given in return.
| Friends | Those who have passed through the Mead Company, and any who bring cheer and a good hearth-side tale. |
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| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | Amiable and honest with all, though he is quick to scorn if wronged. |
| Loves | His woman; lashing with rope; learning a new language; and the memory of the Langflood. |
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| Hates | A silent hearth. |
| Motivation | To keep tying knots of achievement along the rope of his life, until an unseen hand severs it loose, and his story is cut short. |
| Quotes | ''By Béma!'' "We have a saying: often he who has many words says little of worth." |
