So you wonder... how did a wild-woman, a dunlending of the south, come so far to the north? So her tale interests you? Well.. needless to say, she has not had a very happy life... no no! Do not pity her, for if she was well-off and happy, her tale would not be worth recording...

Third Age 2987

A young dunlending War-prisoner, of the Turch-lûth, is taken captive and thrown into jail... horrible memories, for she had caught the eye of a Draig-lûth soldier and soon began receiving unwanted attention... even one with half a brain would know what happened next.

The baby infant was born after many agonizing screams, unheard and unnoticed, in the prison cell. The mother, her will to live fading, her life being sapped out due to the months spent in that dark and gloomy cell, died a few hours after birth, leaving the baby infant crying, abandoned, on the floor.
Yet the Ûch-gwirod was merciful. An escaped prisoner, having managed to pick the lock to her cell-doors, noticed the helpless infant lying on the floor, and, knowing it's doom if it were simply left there to rot, broke into the now-lifeless mother's cell and took the infant with her and fled to Galtrev...

Twenty-nine Years Later...

The Young infant had grown to be a very fierce and accomplished huntress, known through Dunland as simply as "The Huntress", she was very elusive and hard to catch, she was proud and considered herself one of Dunland's "finest Huntresses". Yet her pride would be her undoing. When the White Hand came to Galtrev, she spoke openly against the opression of her people, and in doing so, she secured herself an exile. Having no choice but to flee or be slain by the agents that were now pursuing her, she packed her belongings and fled on a cold, misty night. Where she was headed.. north.

Now

Two years later, Gwendolen arrives in the North-lands still a huntress, meeting unusual game to hunt, unusual duvodiad whom she distrusts and sometimes shows open hostility. Now she is positioned around the Bree-lands, recently sighted in the Pony, but the enigmatic Huntress of the Dunlendings has taken to the road once more. Who knows what she will meet? In her beliefs, only the Huntsman may tell...

Personality

If you were a Dunlending, you would come to see a kind, polite, friendly, and charming woman. If you were a duvodiad, however... you would see a hostile, distrustful, and superstitous swarthy southener.

Gwendolen's friendship is not easily won among the Duvodiad. To them she remains hostile and distrustful, despite the Ûch-gwirod's Sayings, and she is lath to converse with one, quickly dismissing them as weak northeners, considering herself tougher than most other men, for she survived the wilds for many years. If you would catch her in public spaces, you will sometimes see she holds aloft her boar-necklace and preaches, perhaps to the spirits or the huntsman, for protection, much to the bewilderment of those who would come to observe her doing so. She is superstitous, you must understand, hence why she acts so strange.

And the rest... why do you not try to find out? Ask her where she comes from, though I warn you; The stubborn pride of her people will often end with your dismissal from her line of sight.

Currently she is in a strange state and has last been seen heading for the North Downs... she is not acting like her usual self, and she is seldom found, though reports have sprung up from Fornost about a menacing shadow stalking the night:
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"I' was a big shadow I bleedin' tell ye! I was jus' doin' me usual patrollin' fer Trestlebridge when I saw this grea' cloaked creature standin' on a hill! I was nearin' the Deadman's Dike then... I tried ter ge' closer an' see wha' the heck's goin' on - until the creature started shootin' a' me wiv a big bow! I barely managed ter ge' away alive!"

- Account from an Eyewitness