<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/67/2e/0f/672e0f1b35970782710d3c8b62f2c506.jpg)</div>Kismet Faen was not a woman you wanted to meet. Those who did often met a painful death from her blade or any other means she could find. One thing was for Certain your death would be a bloody mess. That's the way she liked it. To say she hadn't always been this way would be a lie. Kismet was raised in the depths of the mountain. Far deeper than any Dwarves dare to dig. That was a place inhabited by Goblins, Trolls, and most Importantly the Drow, Or Dark Elves as the Pathetic Humans called them. Drow are an agressive race and fight for power was drilled into Kismet's head long before she could speak her first word. As social class is of high importance in Drow society. She and her family destroyed other clans to get to their noble rank. However it wasn't long before others got the same idea. Being the only survivor left of her clan and only at the age of 10 Kismet Fled the depths of the mountain the only home she had ever known, to the surface world. Traveling mostly by night she heard tales from travelers about a group of assassin's in these mountains known as the Bloodmoon Brotherhood. She sought them out and trained for months before finally being selected to join. Spending years as one of their top assassin's she was now 18 and on another mission.<br/><br/>In her hand was a piece of paper with a single name on it and a location of where to find him. The paper read<em>Kyloth, The Dancing Bear Tavern</em>So she had made her way to Scorchkeep and found the Tavern early in the evening and disguised as a bar wench, thanks to one of the contacts they had set up in the city, She had served Kyloth an impressive amount of alcohol. Lucky for him he wouldn't be alive to experience the hangover he would likely be suffering in the morning. When he had stumbled off to bed in a drunken stupor. Kismet had slipped off as well. She silently crept into his room and without a sound crept to his bed. Though no surprise she would have to be as loud as a stampede of horses to have anything be heard over this man's snoring.<br/><br/>She raised the blade and was about to stab the point directly into his jugular vein when suddenly she felt a pair of hands grab her waist and pull her onto the bed. She plunged the knife in his neck only to have it bend in her hand. A reaction that greatly surpised Kismet.