Grim Views

When Inzema got the message that the guild meeting's location had been changed from the Hall of the Brave to the Grim Garrison, he thought that maybe someone had actually seen him in his attack on Karthok and had had the balls to tattle but not do anything about it, so when he arrived at the meeting...

Inzema looked up at the skies over Tanaan as he waited on the rock just outside the north end of Vol'mar, in sight of the gates but outside of bow range. Fat thunderheads were forming up there, threatening rain. He had paid a goblin messenger at Vol'mar a gold piece to seek out Karthok and deliver a...

It was the middle of a cloudy and rainy night when Inzema stole into the Grim guildhall, skirting past fires and guards like a ghost. His attunement to the wards allowed him to not raise any alarms. His speed was not so to be reckless, but he was moving as quickly as he dared while still remaining u...

"Dear Inzema, In case you heard anything- I'm safe. They found out who and what I was. Khorvis cast me out. It wasn't like last time. They didn't hurt me, and I was allowed to leave. I'm staying with Borrowed Time, but I'm on lockdown right now because I'm being hunted, but I'm safe. -Shaelie&q...

Inzema returned to his lab late at night to the smell of something burning and blood. The blood was nothing new or unexpected. He'd caught himself a new toy for the moment and had kept the thing in a cage in a puddle of her own blood while he was gone. What he hadn't expected, but probably should ha...

It started the morning after they slept together. Okay, it started before that. It hadn't been the first time that Inzema had realized exactly who she was, but it was close to then. Nights and early mornings sitting sleepless in his laboratory, trying to get her out of his mind. Trying to think of a...

Qarosimae once again stepped over Shaelie and Malhavik like they were refuse, but this time at least acknowledged their presence to say "Let the warlock up. If he is lost to the Nether, he is worthless to the Mandate, anyways." It was truth as she saw it, and simultaneously intended to inf...

Qarosimae ignored Acherontia's warnings. Whatever was up there, she was confident she could handle it. What she was worried about was letting either of the warlocks up there, so when Malhavik started up the stairs with the fervor of a madman, she was already calling forth the flames to stop him. For...

Qarosimae nodded, once to Acherontia. She knew exactly the mathematics required to create such a portal. She glanced askance to Awatu, then called forth her power and ripped open a hole in space which led directly to the office of the inquisition. Qarosimae stepped through, into a place both familia...

Qarosimae watched as Acherontia took Khorvis' soul from his corrupted body. She watched as Cen disappeared. She stepped to one side to observe as Malhavik returned to talk with Acherontia. Her sword hummed in its sheath, the semi-sentient weapon calling for release, and Qarosimae wrapped a hand arou...

When Awatu and Acherontia arrived, Qarosimae stopped leaving. It was they that she had purpose to find, anyways. She followed them back into the dungeon, and when the tiny warlock tried to bypass her runes and they held, Qarosimae felt a bit of pride. Quality work. Acherontia had not been keyed to t...

Qarosimae watched Cen enter the cage with little change in expression. The elf was a mystery to her, one that she was determined to unravel eventually, but it wasn't the mystery of the day. The mystery was Khorvis. Malhavik and Shaelie both received no reaction, no acknowledgement. Qarosimae simply ...

Qarosimae stood leaning against the wall where she could observe Khorvis. A small part of her screamed that she should feel something for the orc, a long-time compatriot, ally, and shield in the war that perpetually plagued the world in which they lived, but it was a tiny voice that she barely heard...

Iu'a'ne'fon walked in to the Grim hall like she belonged there, the tall trolless covered in tattoos and scars of ritualistic nature and carrying a bound dark iron dwarf woman on her shoulder. She stopped briefly at the entrance before walking through. [This had better be the place,] she muttered in...

A skull, lacking jaw, clean, and inscribed with numerous runes, arrives in the daily mail, with a note stuffed into the nostrils. The note, crisp parchment that crackles when unrolled, bears a message written in a precise hand. "Grim, I am Ichour, and with Qarosimae the Phoenix vouching for my ...