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((We can rebuild him.))

The heavy clouds from Tirisfal Glades were spreading eastward, threatening rains. The deed was finished. MacDonnell lay dead, as well as her camp. Lilliana departed, few words exchanged between her and her priest friend. Lupinum stayed behind, seeking temporary shelter underneath a great pine tree. ...

Lupinum gathered what he had accrued over the last few days onto his threadbare blanket and gazed. The sketch of her face, what she looked like now... It caught his breath. She was still beautiful, for a murderous bitch. In small script underneath was her name. Vanessa MacDonnell. Lupinum coughed al...

The soft gurgling of bubbles... The roaring crash of rapids, muffled... Heavy movement in the limbs, and a hard pull down... down... A deep, guttural groan escaped the bony throat of Lupinum. A familiar series of... what, exactly? Feelings? Images? pervaded his meditation. He knew what they were of...

Lupinum nodded towards Khorvis' large back before turning to Lilliana, "Help me get her up, huh? She needs some rest." He leaned down and slide the Elf's arm over his boney shoulders. The Troll lent a hand and together they carried the paladin towards her room. The Forsaken had no idea how...

Lupinum met and kept Lilliana's gaze. It seemed as though there was a shared thought between the two, a response must be made. The Forsaken listened the Filora's words, furrowing his brow as he did. There has been enough blood spilled between fighting the Alliance and the Iron Horde without this kin...

Bowled over by the immense Orc frame, the Forsaken rolloed away and laid on the floor, catching his breath. "Sorry 'bout that..." he managed at length. A moment passed and Lupinum caught his breath. He sat up and shook his head clear. He looked to the other priestess and asked, "Do yo...

A day spent in his room found Lupinum putting his letters in order, filing paperwork, shifting things around on his desk. Being a supplicant, his quarters were off the great hall, near the main doors. A shift in air pressure rustled his neat stacks of parchment. Nothing new, this was where his guild...

A scroll has been placed upon the mantle in the den of Khorvis. Tied neatly with a bow, it smells faintly of fireweed. I had heard it said that the Grim were nothing but mindless, vicious killers. How quickly these old stories have been forgotten... Upon a cliff overlooking the Throne of Elements, ...

The rolling green hills of Pandaria had been Lupinum's hunting ground for a number of days. The bright sun burned into his eyes and baked his hair to brittle threads. Content with reading his scrolls and memorizing spells, he had no thought of the Alliance for some time. Much of the fighting had end...

Full Name: Lupinum the Deathless Nicknames: LuLu, Lupin, Lupi. Season of Birth: Summer. Age: He died at age 19. Race: Forsaken. Hair: Long, past his shoulders, thing and stringy, like black thread. Skin: Pale blue. Eyes: A dark golden color. Height: If his spine were straightened, around 6'3 Weight:...

Tidings, Grim. I'm reaching out to you once more. For a while, I had lost my way in the Unholy light. I wandered, seeking not battles, but peace. My mind could not reconcile this new beginning with the man I had been before. But that part of me has been quelled. I see now with a burning purpose to d...

Grim Application For Lupinum How did you hear about The Grim? - I've spent some time in the guild before, but I originally saw a group of Grim in Orgrimmar and that sparked my interest. What experience do you have with internet forums? Do you check them frequently or infrequently? -Not a lot of foru...

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