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Hondscioh
Hondscioh, son of Breca
| Name | Hondscioh |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sperewigend, Rope-maker |
| Age | Middle-aged |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Wanders with Régnwald |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Hondscioh r : hand shoe, glove
When speaking, the heavy accent of a horse-lord lingers in the air. His face is pitted and weathered with a few minor scars, some made by his father, other remnants of his good and ill deeds in the wildest stretches of the Mark... In his dark eyes you can on occasion see a warm glow of compassion and love -- or lust, but often they just seem to reflect his troubled mind. When enraged his gaze pierce like invisible arrows, this is Hondscioh. |
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Background
On the fields, with some twelve stallions silhouetted in the background...
Régnwald sits almost central at a firepit, surrounded by a cluster of Eorling warriors...
...the great standing stones looming over the them like guardians, the firelight already throwing wild shadows...
Among the Eorling warriors is Hondscioh, almost as sturdy as Régnwald, and his best friend, sitting beside him.
And the scop begins: In a game to gut boredom, Régnwald and Hondscioh... hoisted their hopes on their flying steeds...
Hondscioh: Only cause they lost their way.
Elfgast casually smacks Hondscioh in the arm. Hondscioh mockingly plays great pain. But the scop is deterred.
''Upon the oceans of grass, the field road, long as the tongues of wargs.''
Elfgast appreciates, turning to Hondscioh ''Hear it? The tongues of wargs!''
Hondscioh: Arses, more like.
This time both Régnwald and Elfgast both raise their hands to strike on Hondscioh, who winces.
''Find Hondscioh a wife, my sheep have had enough!''
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Sister: Audhild! His father who's now after him to take back the good horse Hondscioh had stolen from him. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None living for the nonce except Breca, his father. |
| Loves | Women, ale, smoking, killing, brawling with bare-hands. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Arrows, especially poisoned ones; rumourmongerers; those who claim he tried with sheeps. |
| Motivation | Being an eorling, that's something he oft brags about; riding with Régnwald. |
| Quotes | ''I'm not a man who hides behind excuses, he was better.'' - ''I did terrible things with these hands...'' |
Hondscioh's Adventures
| Good gift to the forlorn | 9 years 5 months ago |
| Rumors from the Locals | 9 years 6 months ago |
| 'I've seen the Sceadugenga.' | 9 years 6 months ago |
| Shieldman's first day in Forlaw | 9 years 7 months ago |
| 'Widows... far too many' | 9 years 9 months ago |
