Grim Views

Leyujin: Joo an' me hav sum unsettled business dat mus' be concluded. Drinn: Mm. Did your tallys not go so well? Leyujin: <sounds as if he's speaking through gritted teeth> No, dey did not. An' ah hav a tribute ta offah joo. Drinn: <squeals with glee> Really? Aha! One closer to a pair o' muh own. <h...

The troll warrior nodded as Filora spoke. "Aye, Selash an' ah fought in many a battle back in da day. Ah'm sho' e' would be willin' ta lend 'is support fo' dis endeavoh. Even despite 'is misgivings towahds us...", he raised a brow, "da importance o' our mission, an' da presence o' Bor...

Happy Birthday Miss Tempest. ;) Now go terrorize Mizue with some 4th dimensional wordplay! He deserves it.

Leyu'jin crossed his arms as well, and passed his gaze back and forth between Ul-Rezaj and Khorvis. His eyes narrowed as he weighed and assessed the different arguments. As Ul-Rezaj finished his council and withdrew from the floor, the white-haired troll warrior intoned gravely, "We canna assum...

The troll warrior's face split in a terrifying mask, his storm grey and cloud white warpaint obscuring his features like passing shadows illuminated by blinding sunlight. The dirty ivory of his tusks projected outward like spearpoints, with the grain of the bone deeply etching subtle textures in its...

The troll grinned, in that teeth-filled expression, ear to ear, that only trolls can do. He spat into his own palm, then extended his appendage, engulfing the smaller creature's hand in his own.

"Deal."

Leyujin says: All dose who seek ta be included on da rostah o' dis new war group, make yo' interest known ta Drinn immediate-like. Da firs' foray inta battle o' dis team will be dis comin' Tuesday. Nathandiel leans into Drinn and mouths "So proud". Khorvis nods at you. Khorvis says: This d...

Belated Happy Birthdays to you Mizue, from Boston!

Filora wrote:What

/wilmore Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut?

Mmm, nice cartoonish yet not too exaggerated style. Color me surprised. I guess we have a lot of artists in the Grim!

Is that what this is?

Happy Birt... Hockey Day, Mortica!

((Awww. Even for a sociopathic murderer, this is a little too much. <hugs Syreena and gets stabbed>))

The troll warrior sauntered along the halls of the guild fortress until he reached his destination. Pausing by the wooden board, stretched over with leather, he leant forward and quickly perused the report, and note. Snorting once in satisfaction, he took an Arakkoa quill from his waist, dipped it i...

Ah hav anotha fact fo' joo: in da end, it will be da Alliance dat slays da Horde, down ta da las' women, mon, an' child. Not da wretched Lich King. Not da Sunderer. Not da traitahs in our midst. Der be only one threat dat kin break da Horde, an' joo hav turned joo back on it. We will not. We will be...