Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Wulfthred

Wulfthred, Son of Wulfert
| Name | Wulfthred |
|---|---|
| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Retired Master-At-Arms, Inn-owner |
| Age | Getting Old |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Arrowhaven |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Wulfthred is tall and broad in stature. His eyes are of a clear deep blue and his gaze can be hard and intimidating to men he does not know, or appreciate. His stature and straight backed appearance make him a man of physical presence, while his calm nature emphasizes his personal strength of mind and will. When speaking, he speaks in a deep, overly articulated voice with rohirric accent.
Known to have had long, thick, dark blonde hair with wisps of grey, he normally wore half tied up, the time following the fire of the Warhorse Inn has changed and aged him. He now bears a long scar across his face, and a full beard to cover others. Around his eyes and on his forehead, wrinkles are showing. His hair is thinning, shorter and turning ever more white. His face is hard to the point of relentlessness. His laughs have become few. |
|---|
Background
Wulfthred was born the oldest son of the wealthy ealdorman Wulfert, Son of Wulfdyr, who owned several acres of land close to the deeping-stream. His father was a proud man, tracing his line back to his forefather Wulfhard, who was said to have fought with Eorl the Young in the battle at the Field of Celebrant. As Wulfthred’s mother had died giving birth to him, his father married a new wife, the mother of his younger brother Wulfric. While being overly protective over her son, she despised Wulfthred, for he was the reminder of the woman her husband had never stopped loving.
Growing up together, though being years apart, the two sons, however, were inseparable. Being the heir to his father’s lands, Wulfthred was taught in writing, counting and fighting. As his father had become an old man, Wulfthred also was to command the fyrd if called upon by the Second Marshal. So he spent hours in the yard, hitting on sacks of grain, jousting on horseback and learning how to organize men in battle formation – in addition to his normal duties on his father's farm. After Wulfric had come of age, the two men pressured their father into agreeing to send them to Grimslade, to serve under the Second Marshal Théodred, Son of Théoden King. To the disapproval of Wulfric’s mother, their father agreed and the two men left together with ten men from the estate.
After the loss of his brother in battle, several circumstances led him to the town of Bree where he joined the Esquires of the Riddermark and was appointed Master-At-Arms to ready the recruits for battle, for the time when they would return to Rohan. However, with marrying a local girl from Archet, much changed in his life and the return to Rohan receded further into the distance. It was then, in a time when finally some peace seemed to have come to Wulfthred's life, that he was yet again called upon, though this time, by an order of the ancient times.
Slowly accepting his new life and bound by the love to his wife Wulfthred began to distance himself from his dream to some day return to Rohan. Instead, if he could not go to Rohan, then Rohan would have to come to him. And so he and Sybri decided to found The Warhorse Inn, a rohirric styled Tavern and guesthouse in the Village of Arrowhaven, where the convent of the Order of the Seven was situated as well. During the fire of the Warhorse Inn, Wulfthred was injured severely.
(For the full story, please visit The Path to Bree and other of Wulf's adventures)
((Original banner art created in CS4 by Sybri's player.))
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Father: Wulfert, Wife: Sybri |
| Rivals/Enemies | None yet, or known to him |
| Loves | |
|---|---|
| Hates | |
| Motivation | Provide for his family, and keep them safe |
| Quotes | 'I never wanted to see half the things I've seen but I don't think wanting comes into it. So never spare me bitter truths for sweet lies, as honesty is all man has.' |
Wulfthred's Adventures
| Scarred | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Steel for Cloth | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Destiny awaits | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Settling down, but not for long... | 13 years 1 month ago |
| The Path to Bree | 13 years 2 months ago |
