"I was helping some so called holy men root out a worse evil. I had been summoned by a guild of mages, though most of them died in the ritual, and the place fell apart. I helped dig some of the attackers out of the rubble, and explained that I had nothing to do with the explosion. They seemed to believe me, at first. One of them even cast on of those scrying truth spells on me to be sure. I led them out, and as I was turning to leave, they jumped me, and ran me though. They all died near immediately, as they broke the contract., leaving me to pull a glowing sword that hurts my kind more then anything else, embedded in me. I had to rip it out, and burn the wound closed before I bled out."