Iorweth ap Aneiran

Syr Iorweth ap Aneirian is a Mynydd knight and heir presumptive of the House of Dyfed. Not really known for anything in particular both among Lordaeronians or his own people, he is a capable swordsman and a shrewd tactician. He was a member of Lord Gruffudd ap Owain's Cadwiaid, but fled after he died.

A loner in his youth, Iorweth did not keep much social contact with his peers. He was close to both of his brothers, Syr Drystan ap Bronwyn and Syr Llywelyn ap Bronwyn, but when he came into adulthood he kept his father's name. He always seemed to be overshadowed by his more popular and skilled older brother, Drystan, but always seemed to be happy to serve.

He joined the Bleiddiaid y Dyffryn early on and had a place of power among the Prime Wing during the defense of the Giat Creigiog during the Third War. However, he elected to join his uncle's retinue alongside his father to join the Scarlet Crusade where he achieved the rank of Ranger-Captain, leading a group of knights and rangers.

He was eventually sworn into his Uncle's Cadwiaid, only to flee after his uncle's death. Every since, he lived in a self-imposed exile to shame himself for his failures. However, he returned to the fold in 38 L.C. and took his place among Llewellan ap Gruffudd's counselors.

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Personality
Normally a serious and stern man, Iorweth errs on the quiet side of justice. A stone-faced visage, eyes constantly watching those around him in order to ensure that he doesn't miss anything. Even among friends, his seriousness does not fade.

Not entirely a pessimist, he is pragmatic and dutiful, willing to sacrifice his own morals and ethics in order to achieve what he considers the greater good.

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=History=

Childhood
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Knighting
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Third War
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Scarlet Crusade
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Rise Cadwiaid; Fall Arglwydd
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Self-Imposed Exile
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Return to the Fold
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Eirianwen mab Rhain


An unrequited love for her in their youth, he knew where not to step -- Eirianwen had always been Drystan's love. That did not stop him from maintain a friendship, though distant, from her. In the early days of the Third War, he thought of her often but that love was buried deep inside him as he experience the horrors of the Crusadde. Soon enough, she wasn't even a blip on his radar.

Until he returned from his exile.

Llewellan ap Gruffudd
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Celestinea mab Wynne
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