On Monday night, The Grim held its annual Hallow’s End Costume Contest.
The hostess was Captain Shadowblade (aka Syreenna). Vashni and Duskheron helped judge the contest.
The winner of the contest was an agent of the Firelord (aka Mirathendia). The prize was 10,000 gold pieces.
Mirathendia rode up onto the stage on a fiery corehound.
“Don’t burn the stage down!” Qharim advised.
“Or do,” Qabian said mildly. “It’ll add to the ambience.”
“I am,” Mirathendia announced, “as the human pointed out earlier, an agent of the Firelord.”
Second place, and the winner of 5,000 gold pieces, was Malygos (aka Qabian).
“My name is Malygos, Lord of Magic,” Qabian said. “I tried to destroy you all for the crime of being absolutely miserable failures and using magic to be the greatest failures you could possibly be. But I proved to be the greater failure still, as all my sister had to do was find a ragtag group of nobodies to take me down once and for all.” He paused to yank on the whelpling’s chain.
“This is my equally worthless son, Kalecgos. He’s an absolute moron and he’s somehow not dead yet, but there’s hope. All of you should get to work on that.
” Though I can’t exactly show you my true power, anymore, being dead and all, I can at least show you…” At this point, Qabian turned into a blue dragon. “The face of my daughter.”
He shimmered back into his normal form. “I’m sure there’s a lesson in all that about family,” he concluded with a smirk.
Other contestants, in order of appearance…….
Fanyare walked up unannounced onto the stage.
Qharim whispered, “She has a turnip?!”
Fanyare. in a drawl voice, like a dwarf that’s been hit on the head, said “I’m Farmer Farmyare, and I grow turnips and Humans in the sludge fields” She bowed down graciously, and then she walked back off just as silently as she walked up.
“Behold the power of the Light!” Awatu called out. “I am High Exarch Turalyon! I have lived inexplicably long for a Human! Forsooth, I have acquired an elven maiden as my bride, despite their general distaste for my kind! I am a Champion of the Draenei, despite them living much longer than I or even my people have existed for! Yes, the Naaru have chosen ME, a HUMAN, because of the LIGHT. Which is amazing, you should all try it. The LIGHT!”
Awatu threw around a golden light colored magic, and then he continued on. “Despite being a heretical blasphemy in nothing more than an elemental power…it is MORE POWERFUL THAN WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO! For I am….HIGH EXARCH TURALYON!”
“Ahem…” Umbral started. “What lttle I remember of my life before uh… a few months ago… I recall spending time in Tirisfal Glades. Occasionally I’d hear a fanatical devotion to a particular fighting style emenating from that Scarlet Cathedral… The sound of screaming that came after it was amazing!
“It went something like… Blades…” Umbral spun around, spinning blades around in a circle. “OF LIGHT!”
“I have glowing peppers, and am hastily undressed,” Qharim said as he stood on the stage. “A cage for a hat. Terror for a pet.”
“He knows we aren’t all blind, right?” Umbral asked.
“Bah! I am bad at this!” Qharim flailed off the stage.
“What are you?” Umbral asked.
“A hot caged elf,” Qharim answered.
But Qabian had another idea. “A nightmare,” he suggested.
Jorlkal arrived then. She walked directly to Umbralheart and said “Guess whoo?”
Then she “moo’d” at Awatu. “Part of my costume, Commander!” Jorlkal added quickly.
“A freebie for the holiday,” Awatu acknowledged with a nod.