Grim Views

Rilasuka crouched in the shade of a tree near what appeared to be a goblin's abode. She'd taken to tracking Mira on the days when she seemed least herself since that night in the stable. The Sin'dorei who had been so strong, so confident, so certain of herself on Draenor had changed dramatically tha...

Sunlight slashed over her eyes and Mirathendia woke abruptly to silence. She scrambled for the vial in her hip pouch and dipped her pinkie into it, sucked the liquid off, trying to burn away the whispers before they surged back to life. Her head ached and her eyes felt like they'd been scrubbed with...

The rogue walked into the SI:7 building and made her way to Shaw's office. She rapped her knuckles against the time-polished wood in front of him and he looked up. Irritated expression melted quickly to gratitude. "Ah, Talonblade. We have a problem." "We do?" She had her own netw...

Getting into Valiance Keep had proved easier than Mirathendia anticipated. She had dressed herself like a member of the Explorer's League, put on the goggles from Tweezle and used a wrap to hide her hair and the lower half of her face. She could not be less stylish or obtrusive if she tried; none of...

Full Name: Tweezle Sparkscatter Titles or Nickname: She's been called Tweez ( never Twee), Spark, or Boss. Age: Late 20s? Early 30s? Who's countin and who's askin? Race: Goblin Gender: Female Hair: Short, spiky, and bright blue Eyes: Who knows, if she's in public, she's wearing goggles of one sort ...

Tweezle focused on the finishing touches for the Exploding Murloc Extravaganza, as she'd mentally dubbed it. She'd found some extra fireworks, leftover from the Lunar Festival. Goldshire was not going to know what hit it, at least, not until those Horde fireworks went off. She gave a tug at a strap,...

A letter writ on fine parchment with expensive ink is placed on Qabian's desk. The seal in the wax is that of the Morrowblood crest. The script is fierce rather than elegantly flowing; each quill-stroke is pressed hard, just short of cutting through the parchment in most places. High Inquisitor, I'v...

Mirathendia felt the cold as she arrived in Northrend. It was the only thing she felt as Whisper of Calm carried her off of the airship and into Warsong Hold. In the morning she'd find a way to infiltrate Valiance Keep and start looking for her sister. Her dinner tasted of ash and decay and before s...

The rogue slipped out of Bilgewater as unnoticed as she'd slipped in, and grateful to be done with this task. The paladin had taken a sharp turn since the night in the stable and the rogue hadn't enjoyed watching it happen. Pain should be decisive and swift, surgically precise, not a drawn-out torme...

Outside of Tweezle's lab, Mirathendia opened the small vial. The contents smelled sharp and slick, a mixture of mulling spice and honing oil, and then like nothing. For a moment, there was silence in her head. And then the memory of Tweezle's insistence that she drink the other first. Mirathendia si...

When the lift disappeared upstairs, Tweezle hardly looked up from her project. If it was the company she was expecting, there'd be no problem. If it wasn't then either she needed to recalibrate her security system or they'd be dead before they got to the lab. When the lift returned Tweezle continued...

Mirathendia rode back to the manor, Whisper of Calm warm and solid beneath her. He snorted, stamped and pawed at the ground as they reached the stable. This was not a greeting for Rilasuka's war wolf, nor for Narath. This was wariness, a warning. An urchin stepped from the shadows beside the stable ...

"Look at me child." The rogue curled her fist into the young nightborne's hair, forced him to look up. He'd been easy enough to track down once she knew who to look for. So had his twin brother. The elf's gaze held a hint of fear. The rogue smiled a dangerous smile. "I'm not going to ...

"Have I upset you?" Rilasuka’s voice carried through the air gentle and calm. Mirathendia stopped cold inside the manor's entryway. She hadn't seen Ri's warwolf in the stable, nor had she seen any indication that Narath was nearby. Mirathendia licked her lips, pressed them together and tri...

The rogue leaned against the wall in the back room of the bar and eyed the gnome who was standing on tip-toe in the front room looking around the bar for the rogue. Her contact from SI:7. Amusement bubbling in her breast, the rogue pushed away from the wall, walked to the open door and gave a sharp ...