Angellica rests on a hill not far from the Guildhall, and strings her ivory and gold elvish harp.
Her voices graces the wind, with a tribute to The Grim---
Alliance of humans, elves, and trash
Together they plot to cheat us like thieves.
Honorless and hopeless - This time it's war
Meet them in fields, cities, and forests
Rend them like meat and leave them to rats.
Worthless and weakened - This time it's war
Nowhere to hide, betrayed by cowards
Squabbling like dogs over a bone.
Laugh at their cries - This time it's war
Burning village, razed fortresses
Broken gates hold no hostages.
Take none alive - This time it's war
She bundles up her harp, and smiles as she mounts her warhorse. With luck she was heard this night.
(The other poem/song was written too fast, I scrapped it and made this instead - spell check says Honorless is not a word, well I say it is when we speak of Alliance! ;))
This Time It's War!
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Re: This Time It's War!
Qabian stood with his hands clasped behind his back next to the Steamwheedle Bruiser atop one of the zeppelin towers outside Brill. "So you saw her?" the mage asked.
"Sure, sure." The goblin says. "Kinda looks like you, actually."
Qabian scowled down at the goblin, who put up his hands defensively.
"I'm sure it's a compliment, mister."
Qabian rolled his eyes. "Fine. You know her name?"
"No, but I saw which way she went. I know people who can find out."
"Good enough. Can you see she gets this?" The mage handed the goblin a plain envelope.
"I guess. What's in it for me?" the bruiser asked.
Qabian rolled his eyes again, then tossed the goblin a heavy sack of coins. "And another if she shows."
The goblin's eyes lit up, and he saluted enthusiastically. "Yes, sir! I'll get right on it, sir."
Qabian sighed as the goblin scampered down the circular wooden staircase.
The note read as such:
((If you can't make Friday at 6 server/9 EST, just let me know when would work for you. My availability is mostly open.))
"Sure, sure." The goblin says. "Kinda looks like you, actually."
Qabian scowled down at the goblin, who put up his hands defensively.
"I'm sure it's a compliment, mister."
Qabian rolled his eyes. "Fine. You know her name?"
"No, but I saw which way she went. I know people who can find out."
"Good enough. Can you see she gets this?" The mage handed the goblin a plain envelope.
"I guess. What's in it for me?" the bruiser asked.
Qabian rolled his eyes again, then tossed the goblin a heavy sack of coins. "And another if she shows."
The goblin's eyes lit up, and he saluted enthusiastically. "Yes, sir! I'll get right on it, sir."
Qabian sighed as the goblin scampered down the circular wooden staircase.
The note read as such:
A map is attached:To whom it may concern,
We heard your lyrics. We may have a place for you. Find us in Orgrimmar this Friday at the sixth bell, a hut near the Southfury River.
If you can find me earlier, you're welcome to try, though I suspect the state of the war will make doing so chaotic at best.
~Magister Qabian Grimfire
High Inquisitor of the Grim
((If you can't make Friday at 6 server/9 EST, just let me know when would work for you. My availability is mostly open.))
"While our enemies remain, peace is not victory." ~Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner