Rastko the Vagabond
Traveller, rumoured to have ties to the Rangers
Wanderer with a modest hideout somewhere in the North
"I'm just a humble roving ranger, mayhaps a ranging rover - or even a vagabond, if you so prefer - at your service!" - these are the words with which you are most likely to be greeted if you happen to inquire about this man from himself.
In truth, he is not a man of too many words, holding that deeds should do much of our speaking. In spite of that, he developed quite a taste for deep knowledge of how the world and things in it work, no matter how big or small. To a degree, he owes this to a pivotal friendship, and a great deal of time spent with a young Elf he befriended in the wilderness of the North, during one of the war campaigns. Some of his favourite subjects are history, along with battle strategy, and even more so - tactics.
He is not the one to enjoy speaking about his past too much either. He was barely of age when he climbed the ranks to the Sergeant of the Guard thanks to his fierceness and cunning in skirmishes against the forces of Angmar. Not four moons after that, many of his friends-from-the-north, comrades, and soldiers from his troop got captured, viciously tortured and killed during a night raid. In retribution, he was quite notorious for a time for using the same - some would say even worse - tactics as the enemy.
His victories eventually grew, but so did his infamy and rumours of bloodlust, reaching even the top brass of Glân Vraig. Higher commanders did not exactly approve of this "dirty warfare". Despite countless reprimands and rebukes, he stayed for a short while longer.
He left the front lines of the Ettenmoors soon enough, though, turning instead to mercenary work and bounty hunting to quench his thirst for vengeance, and even make some coin along the way. Truth to be told, he quite enjoyed testing his arms along with his wit for a time. He travelled countless leagues - north, east, south, and west - and at some point even became known in certain parts of Eriador as The Vagabond Swordsman.
A long and gruelling decade has passed, of which more than a half he had spent in the open wilderness, and beneath the shimmering night sky of Arda. All that time, along with the friendship of a particular wandering Elf going by the name of Werfollow had undoubtedly made him wiser, if only a little. Although an experienced traveller and warrior indeed, he was still a young Man, with much more to learn of the world.
Brothers: Rastadan, Rastang
"Sorrowful Elven music and strong pipe-weed"
"Trolls, Orcs, and unsound commands"
Travelling, making coin by bounty-hunting, mercenary work, and raiding enemy camps
"We are surrounded on all sides. This is excellent - we can attack in every direction!"
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