It was simply one of those days. One of those days where Langhund felt oddly proud to have blood of his Dunlending ancestors flowing through his veins as he watched the young sheep get their footing in their snowy paddocks. From what he can remember from his father, the blood flowing through his veins has had some interesting stories in the past..
Langhund ap Gwythyr - Wildehyse the Half-Blood
Langhund 'Hund', son of Gwythyr, otherwise called Wildehyse (Wild Son) amongst other things.
Though still young, aged only twenty three, he has accomplished much for both good and bad. He was born in Grimslade and grew up to be a charming man, though with more traits belonging to his father's family than to his mothers, Sorwyn of Aldburg. His skin darker and his hair a fiery red. His eyes are dark, brown and earthy, and his height is shorter than the average Éorling.
Only a few years ago, he was infamously known in Grimslade for being a charmer, until one day he charmed the wrong people - an already wedded woman and then the daughter of a well respected maegisterwigend. It was either death, or years of hard labor, and so he chose the latter. He was sent to Stangard, however here his troubling ways got worse. Getting often into fights and still sleeping around. One day, he once again caused trouble too far and was given the option of banishment to the north or to join the Éored in Harwick in hopes his life would swiftly end to save one more important. However, he took to the fighting life and eventually got his freedom.
After Stangard fell at the hands of the orcs and easterlings, he was taken captive though managed to escape due to the foolish mind of the orcs. Injured, he went to a safe haven nearby, in the form of the farm of one of his former lovers. It was not long until the old spark lit again, and together with her brother and mother they moved to Forlaw, where Langhund was then sent to aid in the rescuing of the Reeve's step-son, Thrymm Red-Beard. After weeks of being called an outlaw, he redeemed himself as it is well known (and boasted) that his arrow fell an orc leader, who would have slaughtered many of the men. Now, after being pardoned, he travels the Mark once more.
Gwythyr ap Gavan, the Wild
Gwythyr, Son of Gavan, the Wild. Born over fifty years ago, in the rocky hills near Galtrev, his mother a woman of the Uch-Luth and Gavan a warrior of the Hebog-luth. Ever since the earliest of months when Gwythyr could barely crawl, he was always interested in his grandfather, Meillionydd, a bard of great renown in Galtrev and other settlements around Dunland. Inspire by the tales told by his grandfather, he set out from home whilst still a teenager. He moved south, and came to the Fords of the Isen, with the paintings of a boar on his hide to try and hide the fact he came from one of the clans that had been fighting against the Éorlings for many many years.
He was escorted to Woodhurst, where a small band of Dunlendings had settled and created a small community despite being heavily influenced by the Éorlings and their culture. Until he turned twenty seven he remained in Woodhurst, his brothers coming over to live in the rich fertile lands, a foot holding to get more lands which were once their ancestors. He eventually left Woodhurst, to go south to Grimslade. It was there he stumbled upon Sorwyn, grieved by the loss of her husband and being left with two twin daughters as well as a newborn girl. Some say that Gwythyr the Wild took advantage of this grief, because nine months after his arrival his son, Langhund was born.
Despite appearing to have learned and accepted the culture of his ancestor's enemies, he is always keen to teach Langhund many things about his home land, the language and the customs.
Gavan ap Meillionydd
Very little has been mentioned about Gavan by Gwythyr because he died whilst Gwythyr was a young boy. A member of the Hebog-luth since birth, he always showed promise as a keen archer with falcon like eyes when it comes to targeting. One day, he went out hunting, fourteen or so years after Gwythyr's birth as well as the birth of two younger sons and a daughter, who died in infancy. He stumbled upon the marshy bogs of the Dunbog, lost in fog. The only thing seen of him was his bow, which is now in the hands of Gwythyr, and his fur cloak that had large rip marks in it from where the afanc attacked and killed him.
Meillionydd the Bard
The name of Meillionydd can still be remembered by Elders of Dunland today. It has been said that his voice was as loud as thunder booming on the snowy peaks, though as rich and as fine as the best furs. He was best known for reciting tales, great stories of creatures huge and deadly and how they formed the land around them, as well as the epic heroes such as Wulf, who reclaimed the lands that were once their own even if for a short time.
He would often boom upon a hide drum with his club when the Wildmen would be called to fight the ancient enemies, his voice the first to be heard as he initiated the battle cries and got a response. For both fear and enjoyment, Meillionydd was respected amongst the whole community of the various clans.
One chieftain, the Brenin of the Turch-Luth, was so impressed by his skill and prowess in song that he gave him his daughter to marry, who he would sing great songs about in the huts and halls.
