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Gramtyng, son of Fastred

Riders of RohanThe Men of the Mark are a generous folk, but when war is upon them, then they are fell to their enemies as they are loyal to their friends. When the lust of battle is on them, they appear as men stricken with grief, their faces deathly white, or as madmen ready to laugh at despair. The Riders of Rohan may enter a battle-fury if they roll an 11 or 12 on any attack or Protection roll. When this happens, they may choose to gain a point of Shadow, to add one Success die (up to a maximum of 6) to all their close combat attack rolls until the end of the battle.

Minstrel of the Golden Hall The history of Rohan is not written in any book or tome. Instead it is secreted in the verses of those songs you were taught by your mother and father. You have sung for the living and the dead, and your voice has filled even the Golden Hall of Meduseld. But new deeds worthy of song occur each day as a darkness gathers and you would be there to witness them first-hand and weave them into legend.
Basic Attributes: Body 5. Heart 5. Wits 4.
Favoured Skill: Song | Standard of Living: MartialIndividuals belonging to a Martial culture often live according to their status in the military hierarchy, with simple warriors and soldiers sleeping together in a common area; probably as part of the household of a renowned chieftain or noble. Meals are usually consumed in large halls, with seats and tables arranged to observe rules of precedence or respect. Clothing reflects the military status of an individual as well, or that of his family.

Martial player-heroes have enough resources to look after themselves, and to pay for such things as simple accommodation and meals. Ever mindful of the cost of any luxury, they often lead an austere life, or resort to haggling to lower the price of whatever they are trying to get hold of.| Calling"Speak no secrets! Here is a scholar in the Ancient Tongue."
For you, knowledge makes the wild world a less threatening place to live in. Strangers become friends if addressed properly, yellowed maps in lost books replace a fear of the unknown with curiosity and wonder of places you have yet to explore, songs composed in ages past strengthen the weariest of hearts. A love of learning guides your every step, and illuminates the way for you and those who listen to your advice.
Favoured Skill Groups: Perception, Vocation
Trait: Rhymes of Lore
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Secrets
"The roots of those mountains must be roots indeed; there must be great secrets buried there which have not been discovered since the beginning."
Inquisitiveness and curiosity are desirable virtues in an individual, but knowledge can be put to malicious use and learned individuals can look down on others as ignorant fools. Secrets are dangerous, as the very desire of uncovering them may corrupt the heart.| TraitsMinistrelsy ☐
Story-Telling ☐
Rhymes of Lore ☐
Hero of the Woodmen ☐
Fair ☐
Reckless(Mastery) ☐
▣ | AP: 1Personality: ✧✧✧
Movement: ✦✦✧
Perception: ✦✦✧
Survival: ✧✧✧
Custom: ✧✧✧
Vocation: ✦✦✧
✦✧ | XP: 55(62) | DP: 0No Challenges Yet.

Valour: 4Ancient Mail from Gondor(Mail) - lets you Rally Comrades from Forward Stance and allowed to attack(Found).

Horsetail Helm - Standing +1. When fighting on horseback or foot in Forward Stance, if you roll a Gandalf, you receive a bonus success die you can spend on any future rolls or give to a companion(From Heruthain).

Raging - quality unlock for Cenegeslit. | Wisdom: 4Old Songs and Children's Tales - When you roll a success on Inspire, Travel, Insight, Healing, Riddle, Lore check Song rating, if it is same or higher, then upgrade the quality of the success up by one: Normal->Great->Extraordinary. If the roll produced Gandalf rune, gain 1 point of Hope, once per session.

Household Esquire: Add an extra die to preparation rolls: Lore, Battle, and Insight when preparing for Journey/Combat/Social. Max 6 dice. Squire can also recover horse, bring spare weapon or shield if you drop or are disarmed, will carry you from field of battle if knocked down.

Ominous Blessing: Born in the shadow of Dwimorberg. When you roll a Sauron, can change it into a Gandalf for 1 shadow point. Luck turns and favors you but someone suffers. | End: 27/27 | Load: 15 | Fatigue: 2 [+1] | Hope: 12/14 | Shadow: 6 [0] | Parry: 6 | Weary: No | Miserable: No |Wound: No

Skills: Body 5 (8)+Awe ▣▣☐☐☐☐
Athletics ▣▣▣▣☐☐
Awareness ▣☐☐☐☐☐
Explore ▣☐☐☐☐☐
+Song ▣▣▣▣☐☐
Craft ▣☐☐☐☐☐ | Heart 5 (7)Inspire ▣▣▣☐☐☐
Travel ▣▣▣☐☐☐
+Insight ▣▣▣☐☐☐
Healing☐☐☐☐☐☐
Courtesy ▣▣☐☐☐☐
Battle ▣▣☐☐☐☐| Wits 4 (5)Persuade ☐☐☐☐☐☐
Stealth ☐☐☐☐☐☐
Search ☐☐☐☐☐☐
Hunting ▣▣▣☐☐☐
Riddle ▣☐☐☐☐☐
+Lore ▣▣▣☐☐☐ | WeaponsSwords ▣▣▣▣☐☐
Bow ▣▣▣☐☐☐
Dagger ▣☐☐☐☐☐ | War GearWeapon | Damage | Edge | Injury | Notes | Enc
Sword 5 8 16 Ancient Keen 2
Bow 5 10 14 N/A 1

Armour/Shield | Protection | Parry | Enc
Mail 3d 12(6)
Helm +4 2
Shield +2 3 | EquipmentTreasure: 7
War Gear: Mail Shirt, Helm, Shield
Leasere: Radhors
Mab's Liquor(3)
Elven-Crafted Horse Reins
Durin the Seeker
Radagast's Tome. | SongsSong of Mourning(Tome) ☐
Battle-Song ☐
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He's worried about something. Going out for a hunt maybe? The rohirrim sighed, scratching the back of his head. Magric refusing to be a guide was a great loss, and he'd ideally not wanted to try and convince him, and respect his decision. He made an uncertain gesture. "Hartfast always said you were the best tracker he had, whenever it came up. I dunno what's between you... But he always seemed to hold you in high esteem." The bard put his hand down and rested it on his belt. "Nah, the one who said to ask you was Gerold; said you mentioned the specific spot in the marshes two years ago, that it seemed like it was watched, and only one way up. I'm deliberately avoiding calling its name, here, but you know the one I mean. I need to get into it." Gramtyng shook his head. "I cant not go. I know your advice is sincere and honest. I think we've drank enough grief on the few trips to know that. But... There's no choice. If it wont be me, some other poor sod'll have to do it, an' I said I would. Then there's the oath I gave, on this blade, to an old spirit; to seek to better these lands that sheltered me when I was sick, dying, and thrown out of birthplace... 'with sword in hand, in halls of others, wielding sword or song, to rally them to the same cause'."

Gramtyng paused, shifting his gaze to look at the Misty Mountains, and towards the Red Pass which was almost his grave. "...If Idunn didnt find me, and Hartfast didnt shelter me... I'd not even see this day. Regardless whats happened, how can I choose my safety over theirs when I have a chance to repay even a fraction of the debt? And even if the debt was not there... The oath remains. To my blood, and the blood of mine descendants. Even if the oath did not exist, how can I turn away when I have a chance to do something to maybe make someone else's life better?" He placed his hand on Magric's shoulder and smiled. "Your advice is wise, old friend. If you say its dangerous, it must be. I wish I could follow it... But I cant. What you do is your choice - I wont dare ask. Here's hoping we meet again and drink some Stoneyford mead again - I heard there's a new batch brewing from Dahr-Ol." He paused, for a moment back before the grudge he bore the Beorning, and bit his lip, shaking his head and smiling, before taking his hand off the tracker's shoulder: "...And if not, when you raise a cup, spill a bit on the ground. I wont be taking Leasere with me, he's back at Rhosgobel - he's yours if I dont get back."

His words, spoken to the elf-spirit, echoed in his head even as he spoke: "I, Gramtyng, son of Fastred of the Rohirrim, minstrel of the Golden Hall in exile, will seek to better these lands that have become my home always - be it with sword in hand, or in the halls of others, wielding word and song, to rally them to the same cause. To always, until death takes me, ride out against the Shadow, and to bind mine own descendants to follow this oath, by Eru's own wisdom." Everyone had their own Doom. Every one of them was driven to it. But though sometimes the shadows on the path were dark... The bard didnt believe his own path would end here, despite what his friend said. After all... He'd already seen his end, and it brought him no fear nor grief.