"There is this man Huldore, a northerner, a mere farmer with some combat training, unlearned, barely able to write his name or speak properly, a blunt and crude creature, baseborn."      - Ariskandir Castimirion, friend and colleague of Huldore.

The Past;

Born on the 1^st of Mede 2981 in Archet, Bree-land. Huldore is the eldest of Hulgar and Mildred’s three children. He has a younger brother named Guldore aswell as a younger still brother named Hedafm, though these two do not share the same mother. Amongst the folk of Archet, the name Hargrave is of fair repute though in more recent years the rumours of Hulgar’s association with brigands had began to sour the family name. Whilst traditionally a family of hunters, Huldore took to the farmers trade due to both poor eyesight and a distaste for the associated violence.

Huldore worked across many a farm through Bree-land whilst growing up, though most notably amongst Cal Sprigleys farm in Archet and Wiloughby Stotchs’ along the outskirts of Combe. He'd also pick up extra coin working amongst the various lumber and construction sites dotted far across Bree-land, even venturing into the North-downs once or twice.

Huldore continued to work up and down Bree-Land, though as time past rumours of bandits along the roads became more common and such things kept Huldore to only venturing as far as Bree itself. By this point in his life, aged thirty-three, he had settled down in Archet with his own family. A wife named Annika, and a daughter named Amelia. Everything seemed to be going well for their family until the unexpected attack on Archet by the Blackwolds. This attack was to be the first time Huldore had been forced to fight with weapons, though he had begun to enjoy bare-knuckle boxing whilst with the lads across his various jobsites.

It still remains unknown to those we hadnt fought beside him, and still alittle vague to those who did, how he managed to survive a battle which so many with training died in. Some folk believe him a coward, and others believe he was taken by Blackwolds amongst the many prisoners forced back to their camps. The truth is known only to him and a man named Ostmann.

Ever since the attack on Archets, Huldore's regular life has been tossed to the dogs. Within a month of the attack his wife had left him, taking their daughter with her, and travelling to Dale with Ostmann. His house, though it still stands, was left to ruin and his moved to the recently settled village of Haynbury. He began to spent his nights amongst the folk of Bree, by far a more aggresive and louder folk than those of Archet, though Huldore soon managed to familiarise himself with the locals. He'd taken up odd jobs at first, but the promise of fair coin in exchange for his sword-arm proved too great and he soon found himself working amongst folk he'd have disliked in the past. Folk from Gondor, Rohan and even those from the lands of Dwarves.

He soon crossed paths with a young Rohirrim lass by the name of Evallin who served as the Bree-land representative of the company known as The Shadow Blades. The pair soon came to an understanding, and Huldore was accepted into their ranks for reasons unknown to most, including those he works besides. He came to work alongside many folk of various birth and occupation, and though he held a stubborn distaste for such outlandish customs, He's come to respect those who've stood beside him. Huldore still maintains Bree-lands customs are the most logical, though he's grown tolerant and understanding of the oddities of men such as Ariskandir and Acelin. Each man struck Huldore as both mischief-makers and good-for-nothings at first, though their qualities are now well-known to him.

He's taken to spending his evenings away from The Prancing Pony of late, and instead spends them with Faithewel. With her help, his life has taken a step back into what it once was. Home cooked meals, polite conversation, and the simple things in life. Perhaps with her help he could find his way back to the simple life once more, though only time can tell.

He's recently gotten engaged to Faithewel and is currently trying to fathom out how to arrange their wedding day. Huldore is also taking some lessons from Evallin in attempt to bring his education upto an average standard, focusing on reading and writing. With the supposed death of Nalokha Bree-land seems alittle calmer than recent months, though troublesome folk will always run amock. Huldore seems content on returning to his former life as a farmer, setting up alittle patch of farmland in the village of Haynbury to grow both Pipeweed and hops. Both he and Faithewel plan on preparing their own produce under the Hargrave name.

Huldore would describe times to be going well if it wasn't for the ever more frequent dreams of the past. Faye Hopswell, a past lover of his brother Guldore, keeps making appearances during the night. Taunting, torturing and terrifing each sleeping breath. Folk say the murder of a young lass lay heavy on the concience, but what of inaction and cowardice.

With his events taking even further turns for the better, Huldore has managed to shade these nightmares to the back of his mind. He bought, in secret, a family sized house and a few acres of land in the village of Gwinsnade which he renovated whilst away from his home in Haynbury. As of the 27th of Chitring, Bree-reckoning, he'd taken Faithewel as his wife. They'd wed under the tree which stands atop Archet Hill, a quiet ceremony away from the hassles of traditional marriage of Bree-land. In the evening, Huldore took Faithewel to visit their new home and presented her with what he hopes would be a home and starting point for their family.

As of the 15th of Lithe, Faithewel gave birth to their first child together. A young lad with his mothers eyes and his fathers jaw, who they promptly named Fedore. The lad was light of hair and as curious as all new borns are about the world. Needless to say, the pair are overwhelmed by the news and have taken to spending even more time together, if that is possible, and rarely find time to leave the village of Gwinsnade.