Biography  
Born in Dale, in an unremarkable village toward its northern borders, little is known of Rothlung’s youth before he was discovered on a battlefield far to the south by Hyrien and Hardoleth of the Bloody Dawn — a sellsword company who saw potential in the young man and the shield he carried.

During his years of service, Rothlung quickly rose through the ranks of the Bloody Dawn, making both friends and foes among his own people. His tactical mind and unwavering resolve earned him the rank of Captain. He was often seen in Bree, bearing his massive tower shield marked with the company’s crimson sunrise emblem — a symbol that would become synonymous with his name.

Following the apparent death of his mentor, Hardoleth, Rothlung withdrew from the world. The once-proud captain became distant and irritable, burdened by grief and resentment. Whispers spread through taverns and camps that the man who had once commanded battlefields now wandered without purpose, unable to lay down his arms or his guilt.

For nearly a decade, Rothlung vanished from public life. Some claimed he had died; others believed he had taken work under a false name far to the east. Yet those who had fought beside him doubted the man would fall so quietly.

Now, ten years to the day since his disappearance, Rothlung has been sighted once more in Bree. No longer clad in his heavy black armour nor carrying the enormous shield that once defined his presence, he appears as a simpler man — older, wearier, but alive.  

He found himself back where it had all begun — in a familiar place filled with unfamiliar faces. After posting a single letter to the one true friend he had left, his old shield-brother Fiontann, Rothlung stood alone once more. Penniless, downtrodden, yet still proud, he wore armour of dull steel that had replaced the black.  

He knew he would need to return to the mercenary’s life, though he did not yet know for whom he would fight. The answer revealed itself one fateful evening when he stumbled into a tavern run by a new company — one that seemed to have risen from the ashes of his old. The "East Road Company".

As he spent his last few silvers, surrounded by rough men and hardened sellswords much like himself, Rothlung met a Beorning by the name of Benjenn — rowdy, full of life, and unshaken by the world’s cruelties. In him, Rothlung found a voice that reminded him of who he once was.  

In that moment, he made a choice — one that may yet come to haunt him. He would follow this man, join his battles, and test whether the old mercenary still had the strength to stand as he once did.