Dromin of the Wolfswood

Ranger. Man of action. Belligerent SOB.

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Bio:

MY NAME IS DROMIN. I AM 34 YEARS OLD. I WAS BORN IN A TINY VILLAGE WITH NO NAME LOCATED INSIDE THE WOLFSWOOD FOREST. I HAVE A MOTHER AND FATHER WHO ARE LIVING AND WORKING INSIDE THE DEEPWOOD MOTTE WHILE IT IS BEING OCCUPIED BY ASHA GREYJOY’S IRONBORN. I HAVE A BROTHER WHO IS HIDING IN THE WOLFSWOOD FOREST. I MOURN THE LOSS OF TWO OTHER BROTHERS.
I WAS PART OF A SMALL GROUP OF SKILLED HUNTERS AND SCOUTS THAT REMAINED AT THE DEEPWOOD MOTTE RATHER THAN JOIN LORD ROBB’S ARMY, IN ORDER TO CONTINUE MONITORING THE WOLFSWOOD FOR POACHERS, SPIES, AND ENEMY SCOUTS WHO MIGHT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE WAR IN THE SOUTH. I REGULARLY SPEND WEEKS AND SOMETIMES, MONTHS AT A TIME IN THE WOODS WITHOUT RETURNING TO THE MOTTE. I AM SOMETIMES REFERRED TO AS ‘THE GHOST’ ON OCCASION WHEN I DO RETURN.
I WAS RETURNING FROM THE WOODS WHEN I SAW GREYJOY BANNERS LANDING ASHORE AND SOLDIERS MAKING THEIR WAY INTO THE MOTTE. I FOUND A VANTAGE POINT SOME DISTANCE AWAY AND BEGAN TAKING THE SOLDIERS DOWN ONE AFTER ANOTHER. A SAVAGE LOOKING COMMANDER IN BLACK WITH THE GOLDEN KRAKEN EMBLAZONED ON HIS BREASTPLATE AND GREATSWORD HOUSED IN A WHITE SCABBARD SPOTTED ME AND DEMANDED MY SURRENDER. WHEN I FAILED TO DO SO, HE EXECUTED A SMALL CHILD WHO HAD BEEN RUNNING BY IN THE CHAOS. RATHER THAN RISK THE DEATH OF ANOTHER INNOCENT, I FLED TOWARDS THE WOODS. I HAVE VOWED REVENGE AGAINST THAT MONSTER.
I SPENT SEVERAL CYCLES OF THE MOON IN A CHILDHOOD HIDING SPOT DEEP IN THE WOODS. ONE NIGHT, I HEARD STIRRING AND CREPT SLOWLY TOWARDS THE SOUND. IT WAS MY OLDER BROTHER JARGER. HE TOLD ME THAT HE HAS RETURNED TO OUR CHILDHOOD LOCATION AFTER FLEEING FROM THE TREACHERY OF LORD WALDER FREY AND LORD ROOSE BOLTON AT THE NOW INFAMOUS “RED WEDDING”. HE INFORMED ME THAT OUR ELDEST BROTHER WAS SLAIN BY BOLTON’S MEN.
AFTER MAKING SEVERAL TRIPS TO SEE FAMILY ALLIES WHO COULD COMMUNICATE OUR WELL BEING TO OUR PARENTS, I INFORMED JARGER THAT IT WAS TOO DANGEROUS AND IT WAS BETTER THAT HE NOT COMMUNICATE WITH OUR PARENTS ANY LONGER. THIS ANGERED MY BROTHER. WE HAVE GONE OUR SEPERTE WAYS AND I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM IN SOME TIME.
I HAVE RETREATED FURTHER INTO THE WOODS. I AM ENRAGED WITH THE GREYJOYS AND THE BOLTONS.

Dromin of the Wolfswood

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