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Ardeghon

Ardeghon Dalgren, Warrior-Poet
| Name | Ardeghon |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scribe |
| Age | Middle-Aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Usually found in the Pony. If not, he's wandering around. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | (Music by Adrian von Ziegler)
(Drawn by Hyrien.) The one standing before you is a man. Nothing more, and nothing less. His attire varies from time to time, ranging from mail hauberks to comfortable robes. He has long black hair ending just beneath his shoulders, seemingly taken care of quite well.
Most of the time he carries a sword with him decorated with a sapphire on the hilt and a sharp, shiny blade. From his belt hang many pouches. A rather large one containing silver coins and a small one cointaining his few gold coins. On the right side of his belt hangs his most valuable posession: a pouch containing a small, hard-covered book. One side of the cover depicts Ardeghon himself, dressed in the same attire as the man on the other side of the cover: a man who looks the same as Ardeghon except for the blonde hair, also hanging down to his shoulder. Both are holding the same type of sword and are in the same position: both of their swords pointing down at the bottom corners of the middle of the cover. When you put both covers next to eachother, it would appear that it is one drawing.
His face nor his body contain scars, even though he cheated death many times. His sapphire-colored eyes look around the Pony with a calm and soothing look. His smile as gentle and flattering as a Poet's best love poem. He is a calm man who doesn't lose his temper that quickly, not even when you hit sensitive spots from his past.
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Background
Origin: Rohan
Profession: Scribe
Age: 36
As he introduces himself, he will most likely name his profession to be 'Warrior-Poet', due to the fact he is a writer of poems and tells, yet is also learned in the art of the sword. With any other weapons than swords, or a smaller variety of a sword, and bows, he is no better than the average man. In general he is a peaceful man, but nonetheless he resorts to his two swords should the need be necessary. And these swords are not simply for appearances, even though the carefully decorated hilts and pommels, along with the peculiarly brightly shining blade, might make it look so. His curved, Elven sword, was found by none other than himself within a chamber built within a mountain at the borders of Eregion and the Trollshaws. That was seven years ago, and the sword has not left his side ever since. His other sword, he has wielded for another ten years, and is made of dwarven steel from the ancient Mines of the Dwarves, folded with light, Elven metal. The sword is quite heavy, and a firm grip is needed to wield it. His youth was not that pleasureable, as the poem below might show. However, he has never, and never will, lose heart within the endless confines of loneliness, always able to find a glitter of light, a spark of hope, within any situation. Be it a spark inside his own heart, or whether he sees it in someone else's eyes, he will find something to hold onto.
''Disgraced I am.
From birth to who I am now.
From rise till dawn.
From the Westfold to the Eastern one.
Yet towards my own goals, I strife.
No need to strife towards something impossible.
As long as I protect the ones I love, anything is possible.
As a child, stared at with animosity wherever I went.
''You have no right to exist'', was the message sent.
I no longer heed these words.
I am one like any other.
Hearing those words in my head is no bother..
Love is what I believe in, what I fight for.
Peace between the Free People is what I desire.
By the written and spoken word I shall accomplish this, not by the sword, but with my book: ''The Scribe clouded with Mist.'' Ardeghon is not a man of vengeance, but of forgiveness. He feels the urge to explore and simply dissappear almost at all times, riding off to far-away lands, or perhaps his homeland. To gaze across the plains of Rohan once more, as he did so many years ago. A hope resides deep within the heart of this man, and he will never abandon it. Not as long as he lives.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None he can call enemy or rival. |
| Loves | Writing, singing, travelling, reciting, the art of swordplay, outsmarting people. |
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| Hates | Having no ink or quill, imprisonment, nosey people, even though he is one himself. |
| Motivation | Something that is to be found out by meeting him. |
| Quotes | "A master of the mind, is a master of all that is."-----"If you don't want to die - think."----"Here, in this world we live in, a single sword can take you anywhere you want to go." |
Ardeghon's Adventures
| The Reluctant Heroes | 11 years 1 month ago |
| End of an Era - The Death of Ardeghon Dalgren | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Ardeghon Dalgren - Fade Into The Moonlight | 11 years 9 months ago |
| Ardeghon Dalgren - A Passing | 11 years 9 months ago |
| Ardeghon Dalgren - Tales of the Past - Part III | 12 years 1 month ago |

