My name is Thopor. Some call me Scarshield.

I was borned in Gondor. You don't need to know the exact place.
One year ago I heard rummors that something is going on in Eriador.
I was told that Rangers are hiring a lot of mercenaries for some mysterious reasons and sending them in many strange places. The most interesting was that they're paying well and even share their legendary gears to those who decide to work for them.

Actually I didn't care what their purposes are but I was running out of gold and there was not much to do in Gondor for as mighty guardian as I am. Well, perhaps I could enlist to the Gondorian Army and start fascinating career, because I heard that they're looking for recruits, but the payment was not satisfactory.

The decision was quick - I'm moving to Eriador.
When I reached Bree Town I went to the Prancing Pony. I didn't have to wait too long. I was sitting in the corner drinking an ale when mysterious stranger came to me. After quite quick conversation when he ensured himself what am I here for he offered me the first job. Well, the payment was not as good as rummors say but it was quite easy. After my first quest was done he sent me to another ranger who proposed another job for a better fee. I was working for them for a long time until the day when I met Thoramir and Marlon wandering in the same area because of the same purpose. Rangers' tasks were getting harder and harder so we decided to establish some kind of pact that we're going to help each other to accomplish the missions in one piece and the loot we'll be divided among us. Soon, Marlon sent a mail to his old friend Mick.
Allright, actually he didn't send it but left a message at he Prancing Pony bar, because he knew that Mick is coming there every evening to drink one of those famous ales. When Mick smelled the gold he didn't hesitate to join us.

Time was passing by and when we were growing in strength. We realized that we can make ourselves reach if we will be working for the others too. As you know in these anxious times there are a lot of strangers wandering around and looking for mercenaries. We don't care about the reasons until the job is well payed and this is what we're doing right now.
Some started to call us The Fallen Renegades 'cause some of our actions are not clear for them and they accuse us for serving the dark side which is not the whole truth. Perhaps one day, if you earn our trust you'll learn the truth but it's not that time yet.

As we were going further into more dangerous places we realized that we have to look for more bravers who would like to fight by our side. That's how our pact turned into an organization called a kinship.

With The Fallen Renegades around our vaults wil be full of gold, Prancing Pony will have some benefits and the possibility of surviving another journey wil be bigger too.