Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

"Any means necessary."
"What exactly does that mean?" The brass fitted pipe tucked neatly between the swordsman's teeth wobbled a bit as he spoke, perfumed smoke wisped away in tiny trails.
"Women- children- anyone- they're fanatics, even if they're not believers, they'll die for him without hesitation for fear of having their families burnt for their lack of effort"
The pipe tip clicked solemnly as he pondered this statement.
"Every last person you meet, the closer you get to Dyroneus, the more you should assume they are armed and ready to die."
"And you think I can pull this off?"
"No. Swing until your sword is dull or broken. Or retire and start a farm, far, far away from here"
"Sam, I trust you, and I trust you know my reputation, did they request me specifically, or this just a desperate general plea for some righteous assassin?"
"Judging by the amount of gold and steel offered, I'd say a bit of both, but... anyone that -knows- to ask for you by name,"
"I've already killed them... so they did ask for me..." he sighed. "I love an obvious trap."
He tapped the end of his pipe against his chair, a hot coal flew out and extinguished once it hit the stone floor.
"Kei, I don't think this a good idea- they know you know its a trap, they know I know its a trap, they know I know that you know... look, lets just bury it, let's pick up shop, move the guild, and pretend this never happened, I'm sorry I even told you about it"
Kei stood up, and placed his pipe back into a cracked leather pouch on his waist.
"As of this day I'm no longer affiliated with your organization-"
"You don't mean-"
"No matter what happens next, I can't come back Sam, and you won't be held responsible for what I'm about to do. Besides-" He turned with a full faced smile with his hand on the door
"I'm just an sellsword, right?"
"Kei..." Sam's lip began to quiver, he had never seen Kei so frightened, so ready.
"You know what to do with my accounts..." He said into the door "good luck."

He was gone. The only man the guild's broker "Sam" would consider a friend. They came and went, thrill seekers, looneys, name makers, like bright comets that flickered, passed, and extinguished... Kei the mongrel, the steel glint... his star was the brightest.
His effectiveness wasn't from stealth, subtlety and anatomy, but unparalleled speed and precision. He arrived like a flat footed champion rather than a thief in the night.
Sam had seen him enough times against upstarts wanting a duel with the legend
the man could thread a needle's eye with his blade
the last challenger fell in seven pieces before he even drew.
Even the sharpest eye missed the murmor of steel peeling through skin and meat.
It was as if Kei missed a single step in his stride. He continued not even pausing to watch the bloody mess that errupted behind him.

No one speaks the name, he's just the mongrel swordsman- the surgeon assassin. A ghost story among the oppulent and corrupt.