My name is Pointus I started my life in skingrad, born to a mage of the city, though which one I may never know my quest it remains to seek. Through disfigurement I have lived on the outside an outcast and a thief, the shadows my only true friend. Though through most parts my difference is not apparent when people notice they stare, children run or even shout. How I gained this mark upon my face I do not know, but sometimes I feel my life is governed by it.

This life I have is not perfect but I am happy, or at least I was happy, a cloaked man has recently sought me out, offering help as to the where abouts of my father. As with everything in this world it seems this information will cost me dearly, maybe even fatally. The cloaked man known only to me as Impatia requires me to find and kill the Arch-mage Traven. Though finding him may pose little threat, killing the target and getting away with it will be less than straight forward.
I woke in a cold sweat this morning, dreams of my father echo through my dreams, whilst the burden of what is asked of me drains the very life from my soul. I am a thief, though no stranger to death the black brotherhood I am not, killing a man of such high standing will surely have repercussions, is my illegitimate past worth the death of an innocent man?

I have spent three days shadowing the arch-mage Traven, watching his every move, who he speaks to, which places he drinks at, the women he seduces and most of all the power he possesses. So much power I fear I am doomed to fail, but failure is not an option, I must find my father, I must have answers. I have decided the best time to attack Traven will be whilst out of the Arcane University; to attack whilst on the university grounds would be suicide. I have observed him frequenting an inn centred in the city, I will attack when he leaves, using the night sky to keep secret my objective and hoping the powers of the nine see me through this haines act.
This night I slept, only to awake with Impatia's shadow looming over me. The stench of death follows like a willing prophet. Though voiceless I hear his command clear as night "your father awaits pointus, why do you falter? Kill the arch-mage" Then he is gone, as if all a dream and I have awoke, though I know this was no dream. Next to me lies a glowing dagger and a note, the note reads.

To know is to kill, this blade is true and will make haste your quest.

The knife looks magical, some evil curse subsides within its blade and I am sure it would kill a man in one swift attack. But the note plays heavy with my mind, it sounds like a riddle. "To know is to kill" what does this mean? Is it purely meant to push my plans forward, or is it more sinister, is there something I must decipher from all this. My heart aches so with the desire to meet my father that I disregard the impending danger and push forward with my plans. During a short stay in the abandoned mines I acquired a few "special" items of clothing. I say short stay, it was more like a long kidnapping, my escape and survival only through these valuable commodities, but that’s another story. The items I acquired will come in useful during this dark time I enter upon, I haven't wore the grieves in quite a while, it’s an un-nerving feeling when u first disappear and become shadow, I used to use it for stealing, though only enough to survive. I had to stop though as I fealt it was draining the very life from my veins. This is what will make possible my quest, then I shall meet my father, and he will make good my questions, so many questions. I will sleep once more then the morrow the arch-mage Traven will be no more, my life submit to the heavens and fate take my hand and lead me onwards.
I awoke, nervous and unable to calm. I must wait for night fall then I will act. I make my way to the imperial city, my grieves hiding me from the unwilling world around me, I must be careful not to alert people around me, people aren’t always so accepting of the the dark arts and I am sure that something of this sort is born of such a tale. I have made my way to the tavern where Traven will surely be.
I set up camp in some over growth  near by and now I wait. The dagger hums in my hand glowing, lusting for death. The night air is cold and my body seems to tighten the anticipation of my job burdens me, I must stay sharp, I must remain alert I must…..the Arch-mage comes stumbling out of the doors and sets off walking in the direction of the university. I follow tight behind, walking softly keeping my self in the shadows, I control my breathing, with what little control I can muster. His staff glistens in the light, I can feel it looking though me seeking out my soul if I don’t strike soon I know I will be found, I know I will be. As the Arch-mage makes a turn for the city gates I make a move, I speed to a slow jog as I gain on him Traven turns, his face still as the night I plunge the dagger through is abdomen, as he grips my shoulder his staff falls to the ground he smiles and through tear filled eyes looks upon my vague outline and in a soft voice without fear says “I knew you would come my son, I only wish we had a chance to make up for the lost time”
What had I done, is this one last joke of a mage or is this man my father, why would Impatia have me kill my own father why would he offer me answers and have me take them away?

I slept with questions heavy on my mind, Impatia never did return with answers, but answers I will have, I have killed who I believe to be my father and revenge wuns deep within my blood, I have no reason for life anymore other than to right the wrong that has come to pass, Impatia must die, with the nine as my witness I will destroy Impatia and all who follow.