Grim Views

Mirathendia focused on the void elves twisting the raptors in Zuldazar. The Zandalari would be glad of what she was about to do, would be grateful, as their loa would be as well. Mirathendia didn't care. You don't have to do this, Mira. There was anguish in her sister's voice, and it wrapped around ...

Fitting a murloc for explosives isn't the easiest task that Tweezle has set herself, but it's also not the most difficult. Her lab is chaos and confusion with half-started and abandoned projects as well as tools and parts haphazardly placed throughout, though she moves through it with ease and witho...

Mirathendia's muscles burned from exertion, her sword heavier than usual, and her lungs were full of the stench of blood and corruption. Though she'd not invited it into her mouth the way Khorvis had--like the first time she'd tasted falling snow--she still had to breathe and the spores of corruptio...

A piece of paper, singed at one edge and stained with, well, it's possibly better not to know what, is wrapped around a small playback device. Written in a crisp hand is, "To: The Most Esteemed Inquisitors of The Grim" and "From: Tweezle Sparkscatter". There is a red button on th...

Mirathendia arrived at the Grim garrison and took in the decorations. Peons walked around in festive clothing. Lights twinkled on trees. Someone had made a snowman. Mira hadn't felt much of anything for the holiday this season until that moment. A tiny smile pulled at her lips. They celebrate Winter...

[[An alliance-sealed missive, intercepted in Eastern Plaguelands from an unlucky courier.]] Field report on Mirathendia Morrowblood (shortened by some to Mira) Female Sindori, exact age uncertain Hair, Red Eyes, Golden No particularly notable scars or markings. Resides in a small manor house outside...

Daylight was too bright after the incomprehensible darkness and shadow, but Mirathendia forced herself to face it. Ri made her drink, cajoled her until she ate, though everything was ash on her tongue. The orc remained at the small manor for longer than she would normally stay in a stretch, and in t...

Narath's howl caused Rilasuka's muscles to tense. The wolf's cry was pain and fear and Rilasuka took long enough to assess the direction the call had come from and was already in motion, bow in her hand, quiver flung over her shoulder. The stable. Narath pawed at the stable door, but it didn't budge...

A sense of wrongness prickled over Mirathendia’s skin as the rift opened up. She danced back as her charger reared and said, “No!” She looked from her sister to the agitated horse and back. Instinct said soothe Whisper of Calm, her heart said stop her sister. “Shahadra why?” Anguish filled her voice...

Mira’s chest tightened and she swallowed. “Protect me from what? What are you talking about Shahadra? Where have you been ?” She followed her sister. Whisper of Calm whickered and snorted, perhaps irritated by the delay of his dinner, or perhaps sensing his mistress’s disquiet. “Who is ‘ we ’?” She ...

“Shahadra?” And for all of the times that Mira had prayed for her sister, that prayer faltered now. Something was so very not her sister. “Where have you been? What are you talking about?” She waits, and when she’s met with nothing but an unfocused stare, as if her sister is listening not to Mira, b...

Whisper of Calm whickered as Mira lifted the charger’s riding saddle from his back. The scent of horse sweat and dust filled the air and Mira leaned against the stallion’s side. He huffed and she sighed, picked up the brush and went to work. She could have had one of the stable hands do this. In the...

The call came for the Grim to gather and fight; as promised, my blade was at the ready and I followed the Grim, a good number of them, deep into the heart of darkness within Nazmir. I wasn't certain the goal of this excursion, but the Grim called, and I answered the call swinging my blade into night...

Mira sat down at her desk, pressed her palms against the cool smooth surface. The dust and heat from Razor Hill still clung to her skin. The questions from the Inquisitors, and her answers to them, still chased themselves around in her thoughts. She'd been tracking rumours for long enough that she h...

I've been told I can link to the application I submitted in the past when I applied on Izshara.

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