Biography:

It was a dark and stormy night, the water rained endlessly upon the weary traveler. He had felt uncomfortable the whole time, he had the strong felling of being watched. His horses were hard ridden and needed a rest, but he pressed on unaware of something just outside his view. The courtier was unaware that both his guards’ necks were already broken. What followed happened in a flash, something jumped into the wagon and began crushing the noble's windpipe. "A fitting death for one of your kind" the dark man said. " W-why" the dying men stammered. The man showed no hint of emotion "To achieve what must come to pass". The man let a gurgle escape his throat choking on his own blood. He lay dead his eyes still open and his arms violently clutching his neck. He turned slowly touching nothing. With a handful of the dead man's blood he wrote ancient runes on the wall, they were the symbols of death. He left the wagon and thought silently of the deed he had just committed. Happily he thought "One less of his kind to deal with". The renegade monk left the area and returned home, pleased with himself for ridding the world of another greedy noble. They would be pleased he thought to himself.

Other Comments:

To anyone who didn't understand the bio it is because we are forming a guild with the intent on bringing down those who consider themselves to be socially advanced. The ones who call themselves nobles will quiclky fall to our blade. Our ideals are based on "The strong get stronger, and the weak die".