Grim Views

The following night... Kazarak turned over and closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep. His body throbbed painfully, especially his throat. He’d done too much talking tonight, most of which he couldn’t remember now. Between the Inquisition, the fight in Azshara, the bad trip from the drugs Lucky ...

"I have...but three more questions. How many people...have you killed? Why did you kill them? What have you learned...from their deaths?"

"What do you contribute...to the cause? What has...the struggle for peace...turned you into? And where...do you plan to go...from here?"

Kazarak allowed himself to relax further, and began his questions, "How did you...come to join the Grim? What does the Mandate...mean to you?"

"I am...Kazarak Bloodskull. I am a Grim, like you," Kaz replied. "I called to you...when I was imprisoned. The High Inquisitor told me...I could find you in the spirit world. It was my...only option. But I am free now. Thanks to you." The troll breathed a soft laugh. "I was ...

The axe had barely scraped Doyle’s armor before Esmerra’s vine had risen from the ground and grabbed it. She exhaled, relieved that her most faithful knight was unharmed. Doyle stepped back from the weapon as the vine released it, and it clattered to the ground. He regarded Felrig’s bloody corpse, t...

Shanoris watched the beast take off, and, not waiting for the others to catch up, she took off into the night at a full sprint. Where others would have declared it foolish to act so hastily in the dark, she would not care. She had no need to see, anyway. That beast was after the troll, she thought t...

Kazarak was alone again in his cell. Alone not for long by the sound of approaching guards. This is my chance! He sprang out of the open cell, over the bodies of slain guards, their blood staining the playing cards scattered about the rocky floor. Those approaching came from his way to escape, but h...

Esmerra had been sleeping peacefully in a makeshift cot when she was awoken by a rough hand shaking her by the shoulder. Her eyes opened to see the demon hunter Shanoris kneeling beside her with a smirk barely illuminated by the fel green flames where her eyes once were. “You’re awake?” she asked Es...

Chains clinked as Kazarak shifted restlessly. He had tried to get some sleep to restore his dwindling energy, but his body had rejected the notion for hours now. He sat up with some difficulty, him with one hand and chained as he was. He knew his best bet for restoring his health would involve medit...

When Kazarak awoke, the first thing he was aware of was the pain. Though his right arm, or the stump that remained of it, had been bandaged and treated, it still throbbed agonizingly, sending waves of sharp pain across his weary body. His armor and tabard were nowhere to be seen. All his supplies, b...

Kazarak was submerged in water, choking on the blood of dead sailors and soldiers. Using the water around him, he hurdled himself up into the air, catapulting his body onto the wreckage of a sinking ship. It was marked with Alliance and Gilnean banners, he could see, but he could not tell where the ...

((Written from Brinnea's PoV)) Waves lapped against the rocky shoreline down below. Stars twinkled in the night sky high above. A brisk wind lapped at the tattered grey shroud wrapped messily around Brinnea’s shoulders. A somber shadow lie across her face, uncovered by the hood flowing freely in the...

((Darn it Khorvis, how did you read my mind?))

((Kazarak remembers one of the 34 traitors he had killed in the two years of his hunt. This is a tale I wrote during MoP, prior to the RH-TN merge.)) Quiet and the smell of decay greeted Kazarak as he stepped off the rickety wooden ramp leading downward from the goblin trade vessel. Looking back thr...