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Olthor
Olthor
| Name | Olthor |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scholar and swordsman |
| Age | Middle aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | None |
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| Outward Appearance | Olthor’s skin is as dark as ebony, and snow has begun to settle on his plaited hair. A humble robe drapes over his tall sinewy frame, chiselled by a diet of fish and grains. Only the calloused knuckles and strange sword kept in its ornamental scabbard bely his outward mien of a peaceful traveller.
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Background
From the archives of the King's writers at Minas Tirith, FA 170:
A Crescent Moon rising
Over the Mountains Red,
Heaven’s star forged
Ere the seas were unbent
The pale-gleaming rind
A bloody history cleaved,
Upon an East wind wandering;
Vengeance unsheathed.
— Author Unknown
Scribe’s note:
This fragment of poem originates from Rhûn, and has since been translated in the House of Lore. It first came to Gondor following the campaigns of King Elessar and Eómer Éadig, King of Rohan, who liberated a great number of Easterlings from Mordor’s dominion. The refugees who poured into the Reunited Kingdom thus brought with them much lore that had never before been heard in the West. Amongst their strange and apocryphal stories came the tale of a mysterious Southron who wielded a legendary sword known as the Crescent Moon.
| Friends | Unknown |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those on the receiving end of his sword |
| Loves | A westerly breeze. Repairing broken pottery. |
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| Hates | |
| Motivation | Unknown |
| Quotes | “It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” |
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