Grim Views

Sep had taken his time writing the note, but his sloppy handwriting was nothing to be admired, nor the folding that looked more like the parchment was abused than carefully made into a make-shift envelope. Da Grim, I wish ta lend ya me blade once a'gin, If ya give me da ple'sure o' wearin' yer colo...

(IC) What name or title do you go by? - I be called Sepirion, The Drunk'n Massa. Massa of what? I have yet ta fig'er out. hic. (IC) What is your gender and race? - I be male, of the Troll varietah. (IC) What is your class in life? Why did you choose to follow this class? - I be a Rogue, swift of foo...

The small blade spun 'round in his fingers, the tip planting unexpectedly in the table next to a mug of pale ale. He would use that same hand to lift the brew to his lips, take a long draw from it, and place it back to the table. As his hand came back to scratch his face wearily, the dagger was gon...

A small blade, thin and well-balanced, holds firm a small piece of parchment to the front entrance to The Grim. Uneven ink-strokes, heavy drags of the quill, and wavering lines are a sign that this was either written in haste, or under the creative penmanship of a drunk. The smell of roasted malts,...

(IC) What name or title do you go by? - I be called Sepirion, The Drunk'n Massa. Massa of what? I have yet ta fig'er out. hic. (IC) What is your gender and race? - I be male, of the Troll varietah. (IC) What is your class in life? Why did you choose to follow this class? - I be a Rogue, swift of foo...