Grim Views

Dear Human Resources Manager of The Grim, It appears that my patient, Elinel Renn, has had a recent change of employment within your agency that allows her psychological house-call services. The intent of this letter is to request a space within your organization to provide corruption management ser...

----Mharren---- Mharren lay in bed, a single candle sputtering on the bedside table. She ran one fingertip under the term ‘Scalp Hunt.’ Part of her was excited by the prospect of the greatest event having coming again...but the other part, the bigger part, was made tired by it. “A young man’s game,”...

----Elinel---- Elinel walks into the Hunting Shop and greets today's clerk. "Good afternoon, Emlyne. Have there been many visitors?" Emlyne's dead eyes look up and a tight grin spreads across her face. She is still getting used to being recently raised and struggles with forming facial exp...

----Qabian---- Qabian had not originally intended to go anywhere near the scalp hunt. It was a chance for others to prove themselves who hadn't already done so a thousand times over, but in escaping the tedium of Oribos, he somehow found himself in the shop then on the warpath with the Grim. Some ti...

----Ristikus---- Ristikus entered the shop abruptly, a look of irritation curled over his lips. The slopping sound of his Courser desperately drinking from a water trough quietly echoed from outside the compound. He paused – glancing about the room in search of something. He quietly fumed over the d...

----Meriette---- Several hours later Meriette finds herself standing inside a dimly lit shop. The smell of freshly tanned hides permeates the room. Unsure of how she arrived, though not altogether surprised given her tendency to lose herself from time to time, she slowly scans the area taking notice...

----Riana---- Precious finds her way to the shop before her master. Feet tap taping on the roof of the shop before making her way inside. Settling herself onto the wall and growing very still. After a few minutes alone with the spider Riana would enter. Wooden box in hand and looking pleased with he...

----Elinel---- It was just after dawn. The sun was rising over Orgrimmar. Elinel walks into the Hunting Shop and surveys the room. She pulls a hammer and an a nail out of her backpack and affixes a list to the wall. Overtime opportunities available - please sign up below "I do hope everybody re...

----Riana---- Scalp Hunt Grim, many things come and go in our work. Lands, Warchiefs, Lives. As we find ourselves on new hunting fields and I will see the Grim name feared in the Shadowlands. It is only natural that one of our long standing traditions sees us again. The Scalp Hunt. A friendly contes...

Si'dad Si'dad enters the guild hall holding an ornate box. She sets it on the counter where she sat just a few hours prior. This deep red box was decorated with intricate traditional Pandaren pattern in hand dyed gold stitching. Inside, if she were to look, 35 scalps neatly packed inside the box's s...

Syreenna/Lirsha/Ayidda In the engineering hut, a short way from the main hall, Ayidda was tinkering with some parts. The young troll's hair was in many small twists atop her head, held with bits of string, bone, and leather, and she had a smear of dark grease across one cheek. She hummed as she work...

Now currently residing in a Half Blood Elf/Half Troll body, Elinel still resides in Dalaran posing as Audra Renn who is employed by the Kirin Tor in the Illusory and Teleportation Governance department. The process of soul transfer has left Elinel feeling bloodthirsty urges, and the would left by Ad...

"And over here is the final property on our list today." The realtor, a well dressed goblin by the name of Trixie Beedle, motions to a small shop in the corner of The Valley of Honor. "I really think you're going to like this place. While it's small, it does come fully furnished."...

Elinel The crisp air on the mountain is exceptionally frigid today. Newly fallen snow covers the grounds of the guild hall, dampening the ambient sounds of the mountain into an serene silence. The movements of a doe can be seen outside the gates, slow and delicate. She stops and takes in her surroun...