„If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will start gazing back.“
Yell. Terrible, throat-aching yell. In every night dreams.
Though he traveled several years with jester company from Dale to Eriador, he cant recall much until Bree lands. To join the mighty brigands was a good idea, wasn't it? Hungry jugglers and acrobats were arguing all the time. And they were not nice on young boy Tarnon, not at all, in spite of claiming that they were his family. But the rogues and armsmen wore pretty black leather doublets and shiny, sharp swords. Rob the rich, food to the poor and to your own belly, that was a goal for next few years. Until...
Until the boss did this to... to her. His favorite brigand girl. That was really bad.
That was - evil.
After so many years, he remembered how to cry. And it turned worse, when the angmarian arrived. And after that... gods forgive.
The wraiths. The empty hoods...
Since that day, Tarnons hair turned grey. And something happened inside him. Like the darkest darkness of despair was broken with suddenly lit candle. An attribute was suddenly born - to distinguish between the real bad and good, or at least normal.
How could Eogar and Skunkwood do such things? It was a good decision to desert his place and hide, wasn't it?
Two days later, desperate and famished, he was found by Amdir, patrolling around Archet.
The ranger put some calm and consolation into Tarnon. But it only lead to one decision. Skunkwood's deed couldn't be left unpunished.
Yell. Terrible, throat-aching yell. Tarnon yelled so much, that recent fellow Blackwolds kept back and were afraid of him. Afraid of the slim, sinewy boy, that used to run with them. He yelled, when he was stabbing that swine Skunkwood and didn't stop stabbing and yelling even when the traitor was already dead. And the Angmarim snake as well. They deserved it, didn't they? Tarnon yelled so long and painful, that he lost his voice for good.
Now only hoarse, raspy voice can be heard from him, or whisper, which he prefers.
The second thing known about him is deadly hatred to any servant of the empty hoods.
Is it ironic, that he wears a hood too? To hide his patches of grey hair and scarry face. Though it can't cover his scarry spirit...
Amdir fell, but Tarnon's connection to the Rangers remained. After all, they have same goal.
He usually doesn't rest long at one place. If it is caused by his unpleasant visage and speech is hard to tell.
All bandits and servants of Angmar should be now very careful, because Tarnon unsheathes his daggers without warning.
