A hologram flickers to life as the small disc contained in the package begins to whir.
"To those of the Grim, I stand before..." There is a clacking sound and some choice words as the young Sin'Dorei moves closer and adjusts something. "My apologies. It appears my understanding of Draenei is even more limited than I thought."
The woman clears her throat. "I am Magistrix Malethia Blazestone. When I was counted amongst your ranks in years past, I considered myself a paladin of the Light. I was a fool back then, in heart and in mind. As you can see, I have fallen from grace a substantial distance." She gestures to herself with her charred left arm.
"I know loss. I know pain. I know all too well what it means to be abandoned by those you thought closest to you." As she speaks, an aura of heat begins to envelop her. Even through the hologram, the imagined intensity of its presence is visible. She grins wickedly.
"Harsh lessons. Cruel lessons - but very, very well learned. I am no longer some simpleton child playing at being an angel. I no longer suffer the delusion that anything resembling justice, or true love, or any of that other nonsense I once claimed to champion even exists."
As she speaks, the aura continues to intensify, until even her eyes seem to glow with the inferno welling up inside her. "I want no peace with the Alliance. I want no understanding of our enemies. I simply want to WATCH. THEM. BURN!"
She spins, her charred arm flinging towards a target unseen beyond the hologram's reach. As wretched scream can be heard, one reeking of agonized pain. She turns back, no satisfaction on her face.
"I am finally ready, Grim. I am ready to embrace the Mandate. I reject my past, and offer to you my future. I will be your flame of vengeance, you need only wield me." She steps back, bowing as the hologram flickers off.
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Re: A Package Delivered from One Malethia Blazestone
The little rogue scowled as she watched the image of one of the blood elves that had long ago caused her to develop her hatred of the race. Unfortunately, she was not permitted to deny any applicant a chance to become Grim just because they had delicious long pink ears.
Syreena watched the recording one more time, enjoying the pain she imagined the former Grim elf felt as she seemed to be burning from the inside out.
Reluctantly, she wrote a note and sent it off with a goblin messenger, along with a copy of her next office hours. She would have to speak to her sister; if Malethia didn't impress her at the interview, the twins might feel compelled to deal with her as they once dealth with Cessily and Lovely.
Syreena watched the recording one more time, enjoying the pain she imagined the former Grim elf felt as she seemed to be burning from the inside out.
Reluctantly, she wrote a note and sent it off with a goblin messenger, along with a copy of her next office hours. She would have to speak to her sister; if Malethia didn't impress her at the interview, the twins might feel compelled to deal with her as they once dealth with Cessily and Lovely.
Malethia,
I will meet with you Thursday evening, at 8:00 in the Wyvern's Tail.
The interview will end very quickly if I see any sign of elf snobbery. To those who are Grim, or want to be, being Grim should come before whatever else they are.
Peace through annihilation.
Syreena Shadowblade
High Inquisitor of The Grim
Alts: Lirsha Deathwhistle & Ayidda