The Sword of the Northwest

You let out a cry, hoping the elf watching in the corner hears you. The tall elf stabs his dagger at you, and on the top of your head you feel a warm liquid pouring down on your forhead. Then, you see white, and feel warm, and then cold.
Your murderer was hunted by bounty hunters and mercenaries everywhere, but they all never returned. The queen ended up being killed, and the killer was never seen again. You have been slain by the Sword of the Northwest, like hundreds of others.