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     The History of Tolaglar is sketchy at best. Very few remember him has a child, having been raised at and then run away from a foster family. His mentor, a solitary Ranger of the North named Boralin, wasn't know for too many reports, and so the exact date of Tolaglar's training is debatable. Tolaglar, the Ranger, did not appear in the Arnorian 'Public' until some time later when a summons for Boralin to return to the south and assist his brethren was received. Sadly, by this time Boralin had been dead for a good half century, and in his memory Tolaglar had taken up his old Mentor's position. So, since Boralin was gone, Tolaglar felt it was his duty to answer the summons -- and so he did...

Description:
     Before you is a tall man, tanned and wiry. Standing a head taller than an average man in height, his sharp angles give a picture of a rangy tower, weather beaten but well made against the elements. Appearing to be in his late twenties, or early thirties, his face is that of stony countenance: strong and protruding, and not too unhandsome in certain light. With a narrow jaw and a slightly crooked nose that has the look that its been broken one too many times, he also has the air of a man who has seen much in his relatively young life. Located above his crooked nose, and shadowed by bushy brows, he has a pair of gray eyes that can be both piercing and forbidding at the same time. His hair is cut short and neatly, more for function than as a fad. Dark and fine, his hair is manageable so that helmets or any other head gear could fit well.

     He wears a clean, plain tunic of dark brown, and a sturdy pair of pants, buckled tightly about his waist with a heavy leather belt with metal studs. About his shoulders he wears a tattered wool over-mantle, under which rests a heavier wolf-pelt cloak, bits of fur sticking out from the mantles tears. His boots are well traveled, however, if not scrubbed clean. Rents and minor signs of travel damage are visible on all of his gear. A longsword hangs in a battered sheath at his side. Old and worn, the hilt shows a quality make, even though perhaps the weapon has seen better days.

Tolaglar
Ox
Ranger of the North; the Ox