Grim Views

Lupinum gazed up at Syreena, trying hard to keep his eyes steady even though his head was bobbing and rolling with the effort to lift him. He could do nothing but grunt in reply. He didn't know what to say to them... Naming Kerala as the culprit would turn too many Grim heads. But lying would be wor...

Lupinum's head landed safetly in Lomani's hands, thankfully, who knows what kind of bugs are crawling around. His eyes flicked from the dull iron of his lower jaw still attatched to the tree to the Taureness holding him. He couldn't have laughed at her comment even if he wanted to. "O' 'El.&quo...

The roar of the rocket speeding so close over head was deafening. Lupinum had a silly looking grin on his face when he saw Syreena, but he couldn't hear her. He was rescued, torn apart and nature ravaged, but again in the company of a Sister. He watched as she dragged a leg, which was until recently...

Lupinum had no idea how long he was resting there. Carrion birds, which he normally found comforting, circled incessantly and had several times swooped down to peck at his grey skin. He ignored the few mental probes he felt. He took this time, albeit not in a manner he would have chosen, to be alone...

All was blackness, sweet unfeeling blackness. Had he dreamt? Lupinum thought not; frenzied hallucinations would be closer. They had been vivid and fantastic, but nothing stuck with him. Brief spasms of color amid a heavy dark shroud. He couldn't feel his body. All the normal aches, grinds, and crack...

A loud dripping is heard through the main guild hall. The source is attatched to the Grim board by way of a needle pointed dagger - it is a large, severed Draenei hand. The following is carved into it.

I be Rakeganje. Friend of Dead-Priest. I be stabbin' for Grimmies.

That's what I said

Lupinum had made himself scarce in weeks past. He was drinking constantly, soaking his undead organs in alcohol in an attempt to fall back into Sleep's embrace. It was futile, of course. The weight of the curse, coupled with the dark pit of sadness from Konro's death kept Lupinum in his room, agoniz...

"This is going to take some getting used to...," a brief thought passed through Lupinum's mind while he stood in front of the forge. A small flurry of snow played around the open door of the Smithy, held in check by the waves of heat. The dry torridity lapped at the priest's rotted epiderm...

((It was HORRIBLE!))

Konro and Lupinum exchanged glances and whispered variations of "We're so fucked." But without a set plan they were helpless. Lilliana stepped forward without missing a beat to explain that this was just a... prank that was getting out of hand and that there was no reason to, like, overrea...

This game of cat and mouse went on long enough for Kex'ti to reappear and strike up conversation with Lilliana and Breygrah. Lupinum and Konro hardly noticed. The Forsaken had stretched his luck very thin and was cornered by the very large, very angry, Tauren warrior on the platform above the common...

The evening had started normal enough. Fresh from a deep meditation, Lupinum strode out into the dying light of Draenor. The chill of Frostfire was ever present but there was no battle to warm him this night. The Forsaken ran his thumb against his hearthstone. It was eerily quiet while the majority ...