Grim Views

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Warspear, Xek'anjo prepares a ritual to help fix Lilliana's tattered soul...without her knowing as she approaches the felmancer... Xekanjo whirls and whells about, smacking the drum before him with his foot, his hands, his head as the entirety of him dances about. Xekanjo doesn't interrupt his dance...

The day had finally come. The Warchief had signed off a contingent of soldiers to operate under his command, with a small envoy of demolishers and aerial support as well. All for one purpose: tearing through Grim Batol and killing anyone not bearing Horde colors. A psychotic human named Morinth had ...

*Skitter skitter* A small cockroach pulled itself out a stony crag, its feeler moving every which way to determine its route. Slowly at first, it moved along the etched rocky streets in which it made its home, no natural light made its way into its cavernous abode, save for the molten glow of the la...

Cobrak darted through the passageways of Grim Batol with agility unbecoming of his orcish frame, many an Alliance had underestimated the brawny Deadeye's speed. This would prove to be many's last mistake, just as it would prove Morinth's in the end. Xaraphyne's scent wafted from some unseen location...

A fireball whizzed past his head; an arrow missed its mark on his flank; more and more deadly projectiles came for Tazzuk as he weaved his way through the chaos of Ashran. He laughed as they missed or harmlessly impacted on his chi-born shield or loa-blessed armor, this was not a light chuckle or jo...

Xek'anjo happily hummed his way down the guild hall as he tossed the glowing void-lit, crystal-infused totem in his hands. The void swirling around its apex represented akin to a miniature black hole, several small glowing wisps caughts in its pull. The souls of those who he had killed this past mon...

((Hahaha no prob))

A throwing javelin of Darkspear make lodges itself into the gates of the Grim halls. A roll of parchment is tied to its shaft, while a shrunken human head dangles from a string tied round its tip. The head's eyes and mouth are aglow in a foul greenish tint of voodoo and demonic magics as it moves it...

While Cobrak and his crew are off fighting the 37th to rescue Breygrah, http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?23283-Eclipse-Operation-Clusterfuck , Lilliana is pulled to the Deadshots' garrison of Broden'ar within Nagrand. The orb Cobrak gifted her telling her nothing but a mental need to hurry...She ar...

((Hahaha he too is a blood elf priest. Funny that.

((Shit, Saturday I cannot do things past like 7 server due to work, sorry sorry, I can help sunday or friday))

((Sorry! Valendis is a priest in service to the Deadshots, not Valindria.))

"Are you sure about this?...This...will be most painful." "Damnit, Zak, iffin I didn't wanna do this I wouldn'ta asked." "...Very well." Cobrak felt the tendrils of dark magics enter his mind, worming his way through his very memories, twisting and writhing as they wrac...

Cobrak walked into the Grim headquarters, a swaddle of papers in his hands. Sheets bearing the names and qualifications of all his Deadshots for the Commander to peruse at his leisure, perhaps not all. Though he had listed fourteen when the Commander asked, he had decided to withhold the fact that i...