A Scion of the High House of Dol Amroth, the sea-salt of Belfalas and the noble blood of Imrahil flow in equal measure through his veins. Erchirion, second-born unto the Twenty-Second Prince, stands as a testament to the enduring silver-light of the Swan-Knights, stoic in nature, solemn in resolve, and a leader by both right and deed.

Though his cradle was the spray of the Great Sea, the tides of Fate have pulled him far from the marble quays of his home. He walks the paths of Middle-earth as a man bound by a charge of shadowed import; a mission known only to the gulls and the high seats of Gondor.

Having made berth at the fair docks of Celondim, the Prince's son now traverses these northern lands. Whether his presence heralds the coming of a storm or the breaking of the dawn, only the unfolding tapestry of the Ages shall tell. He is a man of the South, seeking a truth buried in the North.