I was brought up on the grassy lands of Rohan,  I lived on the edge of the River Isen. When I was younger I would often go boating up the river with my brother Dire. My family had been in service of his lordship for generations as swornswords. My brother, Dire, died in service to the king when I was just 16, he was on a mission for the king. To find and acquire information on the growing Uruks and Orcs away to the west. He was one of the best, but the orcs were too many and they over ran him and slaughtered him. My father was distraught as any father would be. He blamed me for my brothers death, and sent me north for "training".

As  I went North  I wondered , how was I going to make a living? As I passed burnt out, run down villages that had been savaged by the White Hand orcs, I had an epiffeny. I need to help those that cannot help themselves. I went to the Orc camps in Rohan and tried to get rid of them, but as I fought and lost more battles, I realized that i was just not good enough. I now understood what my father had meant by "training". I was not strong enough. I decieded to learn of the best, the skills that I would need to be the best

It had now been three years, since my brother's death. And in that time I had traveled the legnth of Middle Earth twice over. I had visited the elves in the Greenwood, seen the dwarves and elves of Thorin's Hall, I had been to Gondor, the Shire and even seen, from a distance, the gates of Mordor. Lord Elrond of the Last Homely House in Rivendell had taught me to read and write in the common tongue and in Elvish,  the Captains at Gondor had taught me had to wield a sword, and the thugs and brigands of the land had taught me respect. Wherever I went he was able to learn of those who's skills were available to me. He had learnt smithing as a boy, but was my skill was reformed by the Dwarves of the Lonley Mountain. For an entire year I studied under the greatest smiths in the land, families would pay anything to have their child trained as a smith, because even the most novice craftsmen were paid their own weight in gold which
For a while I had been able to use smithing as a way of income, but as I furthered more and more west the materials were costing more than what he was getting out of them. So I had to talk to Lord Elrond, about what I should do to meet ends. And concerning my ah, skill set Lord Elrond suggested that I be a mercenary or a bounty hunter. He recommended that I start in Bree, it was a main hub of people looking for bodygaurds for their wagons of trade and quite a few people break out of the Breetown Jail. It took him three days hard ride from Rivendell to Bree. I almost killed my steed, Swiftwind at the pace he was going.
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 As I got to Bree-land I heard of a group of people in a Kin, the Privateers. They were a mercenary group who do jobs for people for the right amount of coin.

Arlaya and Maedred got me in and now who knows whats in store...

After a while I started to doubt whether the Privateers were actually for me. I left in search of a different job and as I traveled in the Lone Lands to the Forsaken Inn I met Rilanu who I immediately struck up conversation with and found out that we were both looking for the same thing. Adventure. Or at least the kind that pays. So we started up the Breetown Thieves Guild. It was mostly his idea but I went along with it. after a while we started to recruit some people like Maeya the best huntress in Bree land. She also turned out to be my lutenit. But right now we got into a bit of trouble with the Breetown Watchers, and we had to silence someone because she decided to tell them who we really were. Well this is going to be good and with my brother Rilanu no one can stop us!