Eorland, Son of Aldbeorn
Eorland is no stranger to a felling axe, nor harp or hoe, though he rides oath-bound now.
|Age||Young, his path ahead still long.|
|Residence||Where lies the Red and the Green, and wherever true Sons of Eorl may be found.|
Hardship has brought Eorland one way, and determination a nother. In his time, he has become a man bound by oath and by love, by companionship and fealty. He always marks himself a man of the green plains of Rohan, and will tell his tale, be it over fire or a tankard of mead.
((OOC Music Credit: The Emigration Tunes - Loreena McKennitt))
An outgoing man by heart, Eorland finds himself many whom he considers a friend, but he is only truly close amongst his fellow kinsmen.
He bears but a brother and their father, though he has found himself other siblings, if not by blood, by sweat and by steel, by long hardships shared.
All who dare threaten his homeland, and all else that which he holds dear.
The ever-reaching White Hand, the bewitching beauty of the Fair Folk, and all his home's foes.
To defend that which he loves, to fulfill his oaths, and to die as he lived.
|A Song for a Wandering Minstrel||40 weeks 4 days ago|
|Lament for the Wayward (Modeled after 'Where Now the Horse and the Rider?')||48 weeks 5 days ago|