Grim Views

A tri-folded letter with a crude wax seal arrives with your mail delivery. It’s stained with ink spots and once the seal is broken you notice the penmanship is poor and occasionally smeared but legible.

Grim,

I am called “Paunch”.

Your motley lot has quite the reputation for leaving a wake of bodies behind it, teeming with coin and plunder, and ripe for the picking.

I’ve no love of the Alliance myself and, as a gentleman of fortune, I wish to offer my services. I’ll help cut down any that stand before you and in exchange all I ask is to be cut in with the crew.

If this sounds to your liking, let’s talk terms.

Yours in solidarity,
“Paunch"

Paunch,

Why are you called that? Do you have a big belly? That's an odd name.

Just to be clear, we are not a mercenary crew. If your only reason for joining is to plunder those we slay, then you're in the wrong place. We serve the Mandate. Do you know what that is?

Peace through annihilation.

Inquisitor Syreena
Shadowblade of The Grim

Walk among us.

My belly is what earned me the name Paunch. A name given to me by my last crew.

I am aware of your mandate. While I do love treasure I wouldn't consider it my only reason for wanting to join you.

To put it simply I want to take what's ours. Territory, treasure, lives. Let's take it all. For the Horde.