Mysterious, enclosed package.
Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2020 5:58 am
A small box lays on top of one of the inn tables, just big enough to tightly fit a prairie dog. Upon the lid is carefully spun ink reading 'The Grim'.
As the recipient lifts the lid from the mysterious parcel, the lightly stench of blood sours at their nostrils. The first thing that lay within it is a neatly folded piece of parchment with a small letter,
"Whispers of a group who dinnae rejoice with the Alliance are spreading. I have spent much time searching for like minded Horde who ken the war is not over. It it time that forces join to overpower the Alliance vermin that crawl across Azeroth. Meet with me, ye' will not regret it.
- Zalledra."
Beneath the parchment is the remnants of linen that one belong to an Alliance tabard, the sigil had been torn away from the wearer and was spattered with dry blood.
As the recipient lifts the lid from the mysterious parcel, the lightly stench of blood sours at their nostrils. The first thing that lay within it is a neatly folded piece of parchment with a small letter,
"Whispers of a group who dinnae rejoice with the Alliance are spreading. I have spent much time searching for like minded Horde who ken the war is not over. It it time that forces join to overpower the Alliance vermin that crawl across Azeroth. Meet with me, ye' will not regret it.
- Zalledra."
Beneath the parchment is the remnants of linen that one belong to an Alliance tabard, the sigil had been torn away from the wearer and was spattered with dry blood.