One day I was sucked from my slumber to appear naked and alone in a strange world. All around me I saw desert, and a pair of tattered tents. A strange floating blue stone hovered nearby, and I found myself drawn to its quiet hum. My fingertips sensed the electric charge emanating from the crystal, and an odd feeling came over me as I lightly touched its cool surface. Scrawled on a sign nearby was the message that I would resurrect here after I died. 
Died? So I am not dead? 

Warily I crept up to the tattered tents. I saw someone moving around inside and cautiously approached the woman. She was kind and took me in. Told me she was glad I had arrived, and could I deliver a message to her friend....and so it all began. 

Close by there was a seaside town, populated with strangers, people who looked like me, but who had armor and weapons the likes of which I'd never seen. They warned me I should protect myself, that this is not a peaceful world. They frightened me and tho many pursued me, saying they would protect me, give me things, I was wary of strangers, and I fled.  In time I returned to that town and found many others who were just as alone and just as scared. Together we banded together and I found myself the unwitting leader of a rag tag group of warriors.

I met many people along my travels, some who befriended me, and who joined in my way of life, and still others who tried to draw me into their 'protection' but I was not to be so easily tempted. Always a rebel at heart, I found a home in Glenden Wood. Slowly trust was built with other people and I found that there were many groups of people out there who banded together to take on tasks, but whom did not expect 'protection' or 'loyalty' from their friends.

And so it was for a very long time.

Times change and people move on, the population of Glenden Wood had dwindled, and I decided to migrate to Cragstone, where some of my new friends lived. It is there that I still reside, commuting between my house on the beach, and the mansion on the island. People have sought me out, apparently some had heard I led a small band of rogues, and were drawn to this way of life. And still we stick together, and tho often we journey alone, it is always a grand event when we occasionally meet up and strike out together as a clan. We have many allies to call on, tho they are not Renegades, they are friends to be trusted. We've seen a few comrades come and go, and there are a few members for whom the lifestone no longer shimmers, but we think of them occasionally and lower our heads in respect.

So if you see a lone Renegade out there, don't assume they are truly alone, for we have many whom we can call on. Our paths are ones we choose for ourselves. At times we choose to walk that path in solitude, for we are strong on our own merits. But if you see several Renegades coming your way, know we are strongest when we are together.   If you are in need, call on a Renegade without hesitation, for it is the strength of many that gives power to the one.

If this is the life you seek for yourself, know that you are welcome to run with the Renegades. But beware, it is not decision to be made lightly. There is no glamour, no easy life for a Renegade. We take neither the high road nor the low road, we forge a path of our own. We are the Renegade Guild.

- Ellen Ripley