Grim Views

The letter reads, " I am Grunt Ghorag. I want to joiyn the Grim. I am not garrd anymore. I hear about meeting this night for appliaciatioans. I will ceom bareing gifts."

Dark whimsical chimes and deep drums filled the air, accompanied by the guttural growls of the hungry dead bleeding softly into his private room in the Brill Inn. He stood staring into the visages of Tahma and Folak, his companions in the arena for the past year. Tahma stood tall and proud, decorate...

Malhavik sat up suddenly from his seat in the Guild Hall. A messenger was passing him by, and something within his bag had a very familiar magic to it. Malhavik twisted his upper lip into a poor attempt at a half grin. "My dear younger brother has finally found his way here..." He said alo...

((Homeopathic medicine? At least our stuff works. Mostly...))

Malhavik lay crumpled and buried under a pile of splintered wood, and broken glass. He blinked his dim yellow eyes in confusion. For at the moment he couldn't move, hear or see anything. However, he could smell something familiar. After a moment the smell grew stonger, and he began to regain his sen...

Malhavik strained to control his magic. The unstable affliction was appropriately named, and proving very difficult keep under control. His energy was draining fast, and he had brought no soul shards with him, save the two he kept with him at all time. The two containing the souls of his closest fri...

Malhavik followed the imp to a crude opening in the wall. It looked as though some great magic had melted its way through the mortar. From the opening he heard two voices like grating gravel. He couldn't make out exactly what was being said... something about a life nearly lost... ...narrowly skirti...

Malhavik stood staring blankly down the winding halls of The Grim. He had come to seek out a fellow warlock he could trust with a delicate matter, but found them nowhere. "How very peculiar..." He rasped seemingly to himself. He was alone having sent off his demon to search another hallway...

[[OOC: Moved Below]]

Full Name: Vincent Malhavik Undercroft Titles or Nicknames: Malhavik Age: Died at 26 Race: Undead Gender: Male Hair: faded Blonde Eyes: Black Height: 5'11 Weight: 160 Notable Physical Features: The flesh of his lower lip and jaw have been eaten away exposing the bone beneath, though he rarely shows ...

((Hilarious! Love it.))

Having finished posting the report on his trial of battle, Malhavik and his six armed demon found themselves staring into a blood and grog soaked floor. "Oh my... Somebody could get quite hurt with this mess on the floor! I wonder if this Sanctuary ordeal has escalated into something useful?&qu...

The report reads as followed: My experience with the grim war party was a fascinating one. Luckily for me, a few of the war parties veterans were busy elsewhere, and they decided to take in supplicants to fill the holes. Leyujin, a heavily armored troll, invited me to join. We began with sparring ma...

Malhavik approached the message board with his demon companion trailing a few paces behind. "Would you post my report for me dear?", whispered Malhavik quietly. The demoness new her master well enough to know his mannerisms were a mask. Something darker than even her hid behind his gentle,...

I got in contact with a blizz employee about my toon not showing up in the armory. Apparently new characters are taking an excessive amount of time to be logged into the database. He informed me that it will be logged eventually just may take a while, I will check daily and post the link when its up...