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doug*platypus · 01-16-2003, 02:50 AM

Rosfin of Erebor

Dwarf of the Lonely Mountain, bard and loremaster to King... whoever is King Under the Mountain at the time of this adventure.

Aged 114, over the hill but not too far down the tricky slope on the other side. His home is Erebor, but he travels frequently around the lands. Has even been through The Shire to the Blue Mountains on several occasions. As a bard and loremaster the Dwarf has a certain amount of respect accorded to him, but also a certain amount of disdain. He has not the time nor the inclination for metalwork or battle, the two pillars of Dwarven life.

Fluent in Sindarin, Khuzdul and Westron, with a fair knowledge of Quenya, and even knows a few garbled phrases of Orc language, mainly the few words that are common throughout all Orc kinds. Rosfin has a large repertoire of tales and ballads, and also plays a large version of a wooden recorder (like a cross between an oboe and a flute). As a consequence of remembering such things, he occasionally forgets the most basic of knowledge, such as how old he is or how well done he likes his roast boar.

Catching wind of the search for the Book, Rosfin decides to tag along out of professional interest. Somewhat of a recluse among the Dwarves he cannot afford to dislike the other races as many Dwarves do. Aside from his recorder, his hooded cloak and his pipe, Rosfin carries a jewelled mattock with a diamond-tipped blade, given to him by the King of the Iron Hills. He refers to his weapon The Pride of the Fleet. The only other such item he carries is a small knife, made in Erebor, whose hilt is in the shape of a dragon with its wings folded down towards the blade.

01-16-2003, 02:50 AM	#11
doug*platypus Delver in the Deep Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Aotearoa Posts: 960	Rosfin of Erebor Dwarf of the Lonely Mountain, bard and loremaster to King... whoever is King Under the Mountain at the time of this adventure. Aged 114, over the hill but not too far down the tricky slope on the other side. His home is Erebor, but he travels frequently around the lands. Has even been through The Shire to the Blue Mountains on several occasions. As a bard and loremaster the Dwarf has a certain amount of respect accorded to him, but also a certain amount of disdain. He has not the time nor the inclination for metalwork or battle, the two pillars of Dwarven life. Fluent in Sindarin, Khuzdul and Westron, with a fair knowledge of Quenya, and even knows a few garbled phrases of Orc language, mainly the few words that are common throughout all Orc kinds. Rosfin has a large repertoire of tales and ballads, and also plays a large version of a wooden recorder (like a cross between an oboe and a flute). As a consequence of remembering such things, he occasionally forgets the most basic of knowledge, such as how old he is or how well done he likes his roast boar. Catching wind of the search for the Book, Rosfin decides to tag along out of professional interest. Somewhat of a recluse among the Dwarves he cannot afford to dislike the other races as many Dwarves do. Aside from his recorder, his hooded cloak and his pipe, Rosfin carries a jewelled mattock with a diamond-tipped blade, given to him by the King of the Iron Hills. He refers to his weapon The Pride of the Fleet. The only other such item he carries is a small knife, made in Erebor, whose hilt is in the shape of a dragon with its wings folded down towards the blade. __________________ But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.