(The dirty and blood spattered parchment is barely legible.)
Greetings, Grim leader. I've heard a lot about your organisation, and what you represent. I must say, I like it. I like ALL of it. You people do what our so called "leaders" cannot. You see the way of the world and envision it without the existence of the filthy Alliance scum. That's my kind of future. I'll get to the point, though: I want IN. Slaughtering humans is my favorite sport in particular, but I bet it's even more fun with capable like-minded Horde. Folded in here somewhere should be my gift to you in the hopes of showing my deep, hatred of the tiny runts plaguing our world and the joy I derive from exterminating them.
(Folded into the bottom of the page is a severed gnome ear with "Domagra" carefully carved into it)
Dirt-caked letter
Moderator: Officers
Re: Dirt-caked letter
"Blasted messengers can't keep a letter clean anymore!" Ruuki huffed angrily as she tried to wipe off some of the encrusted dirt and debris from the filthy letter, getting the rest of her desk and paperwork dirty in the process. "I swear they let a kodo stomp all over this one." She eyed her once pristine desk, snorted in exasperation, then set about opening and reading the letter properly. She arched an eyebrow as the Gnome ear dropped from the last fold of the parchment, and shook her head as she flicked it aside. "If I had a copper for every body part we received as tribute, I'd be a rich old cow."
Her eyes scanned the parchment once, twice to be sure she missed no detail. Satisfied with her understanding she set it aside to gingerly sweep her desk clean with her hand before laying out fresh parchment to pen her reply.
"Domagra,
You are correct in what you have heard. We do what many in the Horde have not the stomach to handle, including our leaders. However, we still follow their orders, and embellish them when need be. The Alliance are a great threat, that is true, but we cannot afford to have blinders on in battle. There are more dangers than just the Alliance.
Still, your thirst for the kill will find itself slaked working to bear forth the Mandate, and indeed, drowned at times in its work. We expect much out of our Supplicants. If you feel you are worthy of joining the Grim, then present yourself before the Inquisition at Alcaz Island in Dustwallow Marsh this coming Monday between 7 and 9 by the Goblin clock. There we will see if you have more in you than mindless Alliance slaying.
-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"
She took care in folding the parchment and affixing the seal of the Inquisition before hunting down one of the messengers. "See that this reaches its intended without letting it fall into the blasted boarpens."
Her eyes scanned the parchment once, twice to be sure she missed no detail. Satisfied with her understanding she set it aside to gingerly sweep her desk clean with her hand before laying out fresh parchment to pen her reply.
"Domagra,
You are correct in what you have heard. We do what many in the Horde have not the stomach to handle, including our leaders. However, we still follow their orders, and embellish them when need be. The Alliance are a great threat, that is true, but we cannot afford to have blinders on in battle. There are more dangers than just the Alliance.
Still, your thirst for the kill will find itself slaked working to bear forth the Mandate, and indeed, drowned at times in its work. We expect much out of our Supplicants. If you feel you are worthy of joining the Grim, then present yourself before the Inquisition at Alcaz Island in Dustwallow Marsh this coming Monday between 7 and 9 by the Goblin clock. There we will see if you have more in you than mindless Alliance slaying.
-Inquisitor Ruuki the Reborn"
She took care in folding the parchment and affixing the seal of the Inquisition before hunting down one of the messengers. "See that this reaches its intended without letting it fall into the blasted boarpens."