As you sit in The Filthy Animal, sipping the finest Surmarian vintage, an imp approaches with a large crystal in its hands. It places the crystal on the table in front of you before scurrying away. The crystal begins to glow as you reach for it, a hazy cloud of color resolving into an image above it. An image of a blood elf appears in the mists. His long red hair fluttering in a non-existent breeze.
"Greetings and felicitations my dear brothers in arms and magic," the elf proclaims, nodding slightly. "I, Cariya, am interested in offering my services both magical and mundane," Cariya smiles. His hand raises and the image of a gnome in a cage resolves above it. The gnome looks terrified, shaking at the bars.
"My particular area of interest is the blending of Fel magic and Engineering practices." He turns to face the gnome. "There is such promise... such," he pauses, savoring the moment, "destruction." He snaps his fingers and green flame envelops the gnome, turning it to ash before it can even scream.
He lowers his hand as he turns back to look at you, and bows slightly. "I have no love for those called The Alliance. Aside from test subjects, I do think we'd be better off without them." He shudders, “especially those disgusting gnomes.”
He shakes his head and waves his hand theatrically, "and should my services be required for things larger in state and stature, I would be most pleased to assist." He looks you dead in the eyes. "Should you be interested in my services, both destructive and inventive, please toss this crystal into the fire. I will be notified."
The image begins to fade into mist. As the image dissolves Cariya whispers, "I do hope to hear from you. Until then, may your spells and swords ring true." The colors fade and the crystal's glow pulses slowly, expectantly. How will you answer?
Cariya
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Qabian sighs, glaring in the direction the imp ran off. It's not the strangest approach someone has made, but the mage begins to wonder if anybody uses ordinary paper anymore. Even that damned goblin woman used some exploding... thing.
He chucks the crystal unceremoniously into the fireplace. "So be it," he mutters.
((If this is your first time applying, please also put in an application in the Applying to the Grim forum. And we'll need to have someone change your forum name to match your main's name at some point.
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He chucks the crystal unceremoniously into the fireplace. "So be it," he mutters.
((If this is your first time applying, please also put in an application in the Applying to the Grim forum. And we'll need to have someone change your forum name to match your main's name at some point.
I'll be around for meeting people in-game tomorrow (Saturday) evening at 7:30 server in the Wyvern's Tail in Orgrimmar if you want to just happen to drop by. Otherwise, we can arrange something that works later.))
"While our enemies remain, peace is not victory." ~Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner