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Langhund
Langhund "Hund" Wildehyse the Half-blood
| Name | Langhund |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Tracker, hunter and half-blood. |
| Age | He is only twenty three years of age, still young. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Somewhere in the Mark. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Hwær nucwom hors ond hererinc? Hwær cwom herehorn blawende?Ble ydy’r helmed a’r arfwisg, a’r wallt llachar llif?Hwær cwom hand on hearpestrengum ond read gled glowende?Ble ydy’r wanwyn a’r gynhaef a’r dyfu corn?Dark red locks blow gently in the wind as the man walks up the hill, with the butt of his spear digging into the earth with every step; the steel tip shining in the dim sunlight as dusk approached. A beard the same colour as his hair covered his jaw and lip, his lips and white teeth showing underneath. He would seem like an average man of Rohan body-wise, if it was not for his slightly darker skin tone, and light-brown eyes which shows the ancestry of the man.
A torc of twisted iron was around his neck, and leather bracers with some sort of design on it protected his forearms. A worn gambeson, with a large iron belt, hid his muscular but athletic body, and a pair of comfortable traveling boots protected his feet and calves. A weather beaten grey cloak sits around his shoulders, draping down his back which blew similar to his hair.
As the man walked forward, with confidence in each step he took. He threw a wink towards a woman, and a dashing look towards another. It was clear that this man was the quite the charmer, and skirt-chaser.
Cáfhóf, meaning Swift Hoof, is the wild horse that Hund had once tamed himself. Black socks decorate his lower legs, and a black mane and tail blow in the wind with his white coat similar to the snowy mountains of the area he was found near. On the journey that Hund took to reclaim his ancestors sword, Cáfhóf was killed by the townsfolk of Grimslade in revenge for Hund's past deeds.
Hrimfell Hrimfell, meaning Frost Hide, is another wild horse that Hund tamed, this time one from the Horse Herd in the Entwash Vale. A fast and powerful stallion, with a mane as dark as night and his body a mixture of grey and white, similar to morning frost on a stony ground hence his name. He fell when Stangard fell, supposedly killed by orcs.
Some of his names Langhund - Long Hound, the name given to him at birth for a reason unknown to him, though he boasts about it another way. Hund/Hound/Dog - The last part of his name, he is most commonalty called one of these as it is quicker to say. Féondulf - A name to describe his past, as it means criminal. Wildehyse - Meaning Wild-Son, due to his dunlending heritage. |
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Background
Near to 40 years ago came Gwythyr the Wild, only a teenager, over the Fords of the Isen entering the Riddermark from his home in Dunland underneath the flag of the Turch-Luth. Upon arrival he was sent to Woodhurst, under escort of a rider from Marton so he would not cause trouble on the way. Upon arrival he was warmly welcomed by the fellow Dunlendings that had lived there alongside the Eorlingas of the town.
When Gwythyr was twenty-seven he left Woodshurst with a caravan of people seeking a different life, now somewhat accepted among the Eorlingas and having learnt their language and culture though very few would trust him with an axe or sword. He came to Grimslade, and there he met Sorwyn, a widow only aged twenty five with three daughters; Léofgifu, the eldest at aged five and two twins; Layfled and Laywyn, both three years old. Their father had died of an illness when the twins were born and Sorwyn was still in grief now.
Some people of Grimslade say that Gwythyr took advantage of her grief and sorrow because not long after his arrival she was pregnant with his child, and they were wed not long after finding out the news. And then, their son was born.
Langhund, or Wildehyse as most called him, showed clear signs of the Dunlending blood in him as he took primarily after his father. Rumors started and women gossiped about Sorwyn after seeing the son, and the strong mischief inside the boy soon sent the mother to dislike the boy, turning his half-sisters against him as well apart from Laywyn. Father and son were very close, and they would often go on walks with Hund asking and learning about his fathers homeland and culture and was taught secretly the language and ways.
A number of years ago, Langhund was exiled from Grimslade after having slept with a mans wife, and then in the same night, slept with another mans daughter. This got him into trouble, and instead of death, he chose exile. So, he was sent to Stangard where he had to ''pay for his crimes'', though the most he did was chase skirts, drink mead and have fun.
He decided to go to Harwick, in an attempt to join the Eored instead of staying any longer in Stangard. After returning to Stangard and fighting in the defense of it when it fell, he was captured by orcs and used as a tracker. After a lucky escape he went to see an old friend of his. He then went to Forlaw, and tracked down Regnwald and once more returned under his service, labeled as an outlaw. After the Battle of the Balewood in which Langhund slew the leader of an orc army with his arrows. After receiving a pardon, he decided to travel off to find more comforting lands.
Everything else about this man, is a mystery to all but him..
| Friends | He has plenty, mostly mead-maidens of course. |
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| Relatives | His mother and father discarded him after he committed his "crime", though one of his sisters still talks to him on occasion. All of these are living in Grimslade. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Orcs, easterlings, wargs. |
| Loves | Warmth. A fine woman, or two or three. |
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| Hates | Very early mornings, rain, as well as the man who exiled him from his home. |
| Motivation | Perhaps get revenge against the man that exiled him? Or just to sleep with more mead maids. |
| Quotes | "There is a reason I am called Langhund.." |
Langhund's Adventures
| Mari Lwyd | 7 years 4 months ago |
| Trouble in a Tavern | 8 years 1 month ago |
| A Sweltering Hangover. | 8 years 2 months ago |
| An Ode to the Ents. | 8 years 5 months ago |
| The Wanderer and The Warden: Part 4 | 8 years 5 months ago |
