Angrinc was born and raised as a child in a hall on the east marches of the Kingdom of Dale.  His grandfather had fought as a young man in the Battle of Five Armies, and was rewarded for his valour and skill by King Bard with a border estate and lands.

Angrinc was the youngest of six children, and his early years were happy.  As he grew, he travelled often with his grandfather and father on business matters, visiting Dale, Erebor and other towns and cities in the region.  When at home, Angrinc enjoyed running around the farms and ‘helping’ the workers and farmhands, and reading and learning history and tales.  However, Angrinc was happiest at the feet of his grandfather, who had established himself as one of the greatest warriors in the kingdom and was always willing to tell his grandson of his exploits, and show him the rudimentaries of handling a blade.

Angrinc’s relationship with his father was rather more distant, for his father was a trader and businessman by nature, with little inclination for story or adventure.  However, though father and son may not have liked each other, they did love each other.  Angrinc’s mother, on the other hand, instructed him in much learning and wisdom, and though she saw little of the businessman in him, she saw his thirst for learning and passion for life and loved both dearly.

As one of the easternmost estates of Dale, Angrinc’s family were also oft in contact with the folk of Rhûn, the Easterlings, trading with them, and both visiting and hosting lords from the neighbouring Easterling settlements.  Though hostility existed between the two kingdoms, some friendship could be found on the borders.

However, in Angrinc’s fourteenth year, the Easterlings came less often, and became harder barterers.  They spoke now in low, threatening tones with Angrinc’s parents, and no longer entertained the children with trinkets and stories.  A shadow of unease fell over the hall.

Then the Orcs came.  Suddenly, up out of the black night, the blazing of fires and the bursting of horns came forth, as they poured over the farm.  Chaos erupted as they burst into the hall, slaying any who stood in their way.

Perhaps Angrinc’s grandfather had seen the signs of coming war, or perhaps he was simply always ready.  Either way, he alone stood fast, despite being near eighty years old, hewing down all who came before him.  In the chaos and the fire Angrinc found him, and the two fled, until they came to a copse of trees some distance from the hall.  Then Angrinc’s grandfather told him to keep running, to run to the neighbouring lord and warn him, and that he would meet him there with whatever other survivors he could save.  Then the old man turned, drew his sword, and stalked grimly back towards his ruined home.

Angrinc never saw him, nor anyone of his family, ever again.

Over the following years, Angrinc spent some time in and around Dale, working as a farmhand and eventually as an apprentice smith.  However, he showed little inclination to settle and learn, and his restlessness led him ever further west, picking up odd jobs where he could, but spending ever more time on the road, or in dubious inns.  When he reached his 21st year, Angrinc forged himself a blade, and swore an oath of vigilance on it, that he would himself die before he allowed any innocent to be harmed.

Over the past two years, he has worked towards that oath, working as a sellsword, a guard, a constable, in and around small towns of Eriador, using his grandfather’s training and inspiration and his own keen instincts to hone his talent through experience.  Now, as the shadows of war threaten the smallest and humblest of folk, he feels himself ready to strike out on his own and go where he be needed.  Whether he is right, only time will tell….

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