Tarostar, first rider of the forth house of Rohan, second son of Faromore, brother of Gonishstar. He was born in the lands of Rohan to a noble family, learning the ways of the Rohan and of the horses they pride themselves on. He broke his first horse at the age of 12. A secret not shared with many is that all the horses of the Rohan are green broke, no spurs or bit ever used on them...this is part of the reason why they are the fastest horses alive, that and centuries of breeding.

A long time has pasted since the fall of Isengard, yet there are men still in this world whose minds bear the corruption of the evil that once threatened to overtake the land. These men have fought against the men of Rohan for years now, though most battles have been small as they hadn't had any luck at rallying support against Rohan. That changed, due to a secret pact with a most unholy band of Orcs. It was said that even the goblins aligned themselves with the men for a time...it was even said that an evil not seen before grew in the beds of men that lay with goblin woman, but such is more then likely the whim of fairy tales and the like.

Out on the plains of the West Emnet was were the attack took place. Twenty men of the forth house, 15 of the second, 7 from the first and a handful of dwarven allies were all that were there that day. The secret magics that concealed the enemy in the open expanse of the plains was never discovered, only that no one saw them until it was all but too late.

Berontil was the first to fall, an arrow through the eye was the first sign of any enemy around them. His loss of life signalled the rest of the men to action.

Twenty horses dropped, but not by the arrows of the enemy. Such is the training of the riders of the Mark, the best horsemen of middle earth. They dropped swiftly to avoid instant death. The slaughter of Berontil only strengthened their wills to destroy the evil that had found them. 10 more horse flanked hard and fast, going into a blur of gallop as they rode around the enemy. No time to think, only to act. No time to hurt, only to kill or be killed. The last 12 horses rode strait ahead, spurring on into the enemy masses. Three hundred strong, twelve men and five dwarfs waded in, lead by the battle cry of Tarostar as his lance lowered into position.

A human commander was the first to die from Tarostar's lance. He struck true and hard, thrusting forward as he rose on his saddle to drive it through the commander's chest. The lance broke, the grip dropping from his hand without thought. He drew his sword and clashed with the next. The evil surrounded them. All sides as the enemy choked in. Gondin's axe sung true, through and through as he hewn life and limb that day. Dream Weaver's steel clad hooves took many lives, fast though he is, he is still a trained war horse none the less. The horses of the forth house fought as hard as their riders, ripping out throats of men and orcs with their teeth as their master's swords claimed the lives of others. The enemy almost thought they had the advantage, until the volley of arrows loosed upon them from the ten riders of the third house rained flaming death on them. The forth house rode into apparent death, but only to give the other riders time to stage their part of the attack. Givendale was the next to fall, a dwarf of Emyn Muil. His axe claimed the life of many, yet he was over powered in the end.

The evil wheeled right, trying to bring their forces around to decimate the men. The death of their friend fuelled their rage as they pressed their horses forth. The evil's position gave them the advantage of higher ground and position. What they didn't know is that 20 horses had risen. 20 riders had flanked around them just as they flanked around the 12. Lead by Haroson, first rider of the third house. Many lances scored hard and true as they struck their marks. The enemy cried out. Haroson driving his men into the back of the enemy from the high ground, Tarostar pressing forward with 12 and 4 from the low ground and Tenisar sending volley after volley of arrows deep into the mass of the evil.

Now the men turn to flee as Haroson drove into them, allowing no escape. The orcs, hardened by battle fought on, but in desperation now. The passion of the riders and the dwarfs did not dwindle as they fought.

The day was won on the fields of the West Emnet. Five men and two dwarfs gave their lives that day fighting impossible odds. The last of the orcs died when re enforcements arrived from the first house, the closest to their position.

Much celebration came about from the victory at West Emnet. All three houses that fought together, as well as the dwarfs of Emyn Muil and the men of the other houses gathered together. Tales were told and songs were sung.

The time had come for Tarostar to find his own way in the world. His brother, Gonishstar had always been suited to lead as head of the forth house of Rohan. Tarostar bid his farewells and set out into the world, seeking a new life and new adventures.

But do not fear, for this is not the end of his tale...only the beginning!

SPELL LIST

Animal Language (minor)

Archer's Bane (Moderate)

Shapeshifting (Moderate-for Wind Dreamer, can shift between a horse and a griffon)

Tree Clench (Major)

Storm Summons (Major)

Major Heal (Major)

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