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|Residence||Breeland, formerly Rohan.|
Rohan, in the year thirty-twelve of the Third Age. Torrigan, once named the Lord of the Glanhír and Horselord of the Mering, was a great captain of Rohan, defending the Eastfold with a large host of Rohirrim. He was known in the Halls of Meduseld and held favor with Éomer, his commander as Third Marshal of the Mark.
On the year of his twenty-sixth summer, when Torrigan reached the height of honour, an incursion of Orcs were spotted crossing the Mering Stream. Charged by the King's counsellor, a man with a pale wise face and heavy-lidded eyes, to destroy the party, he set out with his host. Upon reaching them at the banks of the Mering, he realised that the Orcs were carrying with them the spoils of a raid; men and horses to be taken into thralldom. He ordered his men to fall back while he thought of another means of attack, knowing that the captives would perish should he lead a charge. As he sat in thought a rider, dark of hair and eye, came from Edoras bearing a note with the King's own seal but writ in another. The note demanded he attack. With a heavy heart he followed these orders and all but a few captives perished.
Having returned the remaining captives to their homes, he was summoned to Edoras by the King’s counsellor. He strode in anger into the King's Hall, demanding why he was not left to devise another plan. He was met with a warrant for his arrest, being held responsible for the deaths of the captives during the battle. Upon explaining the orders he received, the King's counsellor feigned ignorance, asking for proof of the orders to attack. Torrigan, despite taking the orders to Edoras, found them missing and was thus charged with the death of the captives. Outraged he drew his sword against the counsellor and was thus stripped of all lands, ranks and titles and banished forthwith from the Kingdom of Rohan and all its domains, under pain of death.
As night fell he took one last look at Edoras and left with nought but what provisions he could find. Riding with speed from Rohan, he crossed the mountain passes unhindered and alone, filled with bitterness and torment. He found his way to Eriador and into Bree. Thus his time in Breeland and its surrounds began.
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