Age: N/A
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Assassin
House: Builder
Honors:
On the night he had been assigned to kill the King, there was a great celebration in the city. However, celebrations in Har Ganeth were not your typical festivities. While other cities may have parades and faires, tody there had been a scheduled execution. Lead to a great platform erected in the town square was an elf, bounded and hooded. Upon reaching the platform, he was hurried forward and his head was placed upon a great log. His hood was removed and Maguna reconized the man as one of the many theives he had met through out his life. A massive Orc stepped upon the platform, a great battle-axein hand. Its blad glissended a crimson red from the blood of past victims. With a great strain of muscle and a sudden chop, the elf's head fell from his lifeless body. Soon the crowd burst into cheering and mass applause. Maguna shook his head to clear them of the sight he had witnessed and realized that he needed to be more careful than he had previously thought.
Soon nightfall came. Maguna made his way up to the massive stone castle. Everthing seemed to have calmed down after the celebration from earlier that day. Even many of the castle guards were passed out from to much wine. Maguna had no problem infiltrating the keep. He navigated his way throught the halls and corridors. Soon he came upon the massive doors of the King's bedchamber. He eased the door open and crept inside. Under a mass ove elegant comforters and exotic animal pelts lay the mass that would be the sleeping King. Drawing his dagger, Maguna thrusted it deep into the bedding, hoping the blow would be fatal. Removing the dagger from the bed, he was perplexed to see no blood on the blade. Drawing back the covers, he revealed a straw dummy that had been placed there by someone. It had been a set up. Suddenly he was rushed by several armored men, swords drawn to the ready. Outnumbered, Maguna surrendedred without struggle and was lead off to the castle's dungeons.