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Yrminas
Yrminas "Strongarm"
| Name | Yrminas |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Serving as a guide for travelers in the wilds. |
| Age | Weathered |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Riding throughout the Riddermark |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Once alike to the lands of his youth, he was fair and carefree. No worry marred his brow, no harshness came unneeded from his voice and his thoughts went out to the simple things of life. Those that have known him in those days may call it a shame if they behold on what he looks like in these days. A vagabond dressed in chainmail and old clothes that have been bleached by the sun and ripped at the edges by the weather. He carries his forehead with the weight of the world. Cold his eyes are, feverish with hidden and often unspoken memories. His frame is thinned and his cheeks hollow from weeks of wandering without proper nourishment. There is one thing though that is obvious to the eye, which neither war nor lack of food managed to eat away from him. Perhaps the one thing that keeps his head up. His pride. Like a ghastly lord risen from the dead to avenge his people he now roams the Riddermark and this is where most likely you will meet him. |
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Background
He had lived most of his life at the river Snowbourn, travelling up and down along it's banks to trade away the spoils of war that were brought back from the realm of Gondor. It was until the war had come to the Riddermark itself that he was forced on his steed. He had been part of many an Eored since then.
| Friends | Bold Eorlings and Gondorians |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who have come to burn the Riddermark |
| Loves | The laughter of a child, the maiden in the sun's light, the warrior stout of heart. Minds wise or smart. |
|---|---|
| Hates | His hate is reserved for those who have come to bring havoc to Rohan. |
| Motivation | Like a whirlwind of vengeance, to save whomever he can. |
| Quotes | Uruk or Dunlending, what's the difference? A foe less once they fall. |
Yrminas's Adventures
| The Grip of the White Hand. | 9 months 1 day ago |
| The first king. | 9 years 1 month ago |
| Swifter than wind | 11 years 2 weeks ago |
| Hidden in the Riddermark | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Battle upon the meadows! | 11 years 1 month ago |
