Grim Views

Qarosimae sat atop the cliffs of Orgrimmar beside the waterfall that coursed into the Valley of Honor, feet dangling into open space. The roar of the waterfall provided her with sufficient white noise to drown out the hustle and bustle of the city beneath her as she gathered her thoughts. It had bee...

Marcus Jaxon was waiting outside of the Stormwind guard garrison early in the morning on a Tuesday. Beside him stood a paladin, there by request. The paladin was a large man encased in white plate that glimmered a bloody red in the morning sun. His two-handed sword was resting with the point of its ...

Marcus Jaxon relaxed in the comfort of his home, a half empty wine glass in one hand, the other resting on his wife's shoulder as she slept, head resting on his lap. A fire burned in the fireplace, the smell of wood smoke adding an accent to the lingering smell of the roast that she had prepared for...

Qarosimae landed outside of Stormwind in the woods of Elwynn, her phoenix shrinking to the size of a hatchling and perching on her shoulder when she touched the ground. She pulled her cloak around her tighter, not because of the temperature, but because of the nervous thought that an arrow might be ...

Qarosimae had not been particularly active recently. Each morning she would wake, go on a run along the cliffs of Orgrimmar before dawn, and return to her sanctum as the sun rose. She was working on deciphering a particularly obscure bit of Drakkari lore from an old stone tablet she had recovered fr...

Kate Conelley was tasked with updating the wanted boards. New ones going up, old ones going down. It was the Thief-Catcher's week to do it. She checked the list and a particular name caught her attention. "Inzema, AKA Stormwind Slasher. Deceased." Her mind raced back to her encounter with ...

Marcus Jaxon was having a rough day. A bar brawl in Old Town had turned ugly when a dwarf stabbed a worgen in its human form. The worgen, as most do when attacked, shed its human skin for the wolf and ripped the dwarf in half. It only escalated from there. The entire squad of Thief-Catchers had been...

Inzema smiled and removed his arm from Hokuto's shoulder. He started digging about in one of his many pockets. "I got sssomething better than what Gravy ssservesss, no offenssse, Gravy." He finally pulls a metal flask and two mugs from a pocket that surely couldn't have contained them all ...

Inzema ignored the prompting by Ikai that the vocal patterns had been matched to a file. He also ignored the prompting that the file had been updated and matched based on temporal anomalies and her hearthstone somewhere on her person to a specific person. He was having fun. "Capable enough? Sss...

As if from thin air, Inzema appeared, sticking his head over the edge of the second floor balcony. His goggles scanned the newcomer in the bar, did not immediately match her with filed auras, though Ikai flagged it as bearing similarities to several filed auras and would require further scanning. In...

Inzema sat in his lab, tinkering with Cehsneog's intelligence matrix, trying to solve the problem that had plagued him since the mechagnome's creation: its incessant desire to kill him. His goggles hung around his neck, off today because Ikai was acting strangely. She was probably defragmenting her ...

Everything appears in order. Seek an Inquisitor.

Greebo wrote:A barrel roll. What browser are you using? Which version there-of?

*edit: does not work for the poor lost souls forced to endure IE.

Yeah, I was on an OLD version of IE at work. I have now done it at home on Firefox and laughed.

Confused. What's supposed to happen?