Marks are appearing on the top already…right there…
Yes! The paper transcribes everything said while active! Just like I promised! Then you can give your letter, in your own words, to The Grim! See? You don’t even need me after all! You can let me go! I’ll leave on one of the boats right now, back home to my family in Stormwind! You have to have some ounce of kindness in your heart! You have a family, don’t you?
No, gnome…You and your human infestation saw to that…
Is….is that why my men are all dead? Oh god… the entire garrison…
What about those words already on it? I don’t want those words…Get rid of them.
PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! Okay… I can’t just rip off the paper, otherwise the spell is broken… I’ll just write a line through the top when you're done. They will not mind! Could you … could you please not point his sword at me? Its just wrong to see you… dressed like him... in his clothes and armor... while he still lays dying… At least give him a clean death!
*grunt*
Okay… just start talking…and can you not move around while doing this? We want to make sure the paper picks up on your vibrations…
*grunt*
No? Fine… just start…
I am Gomrak.
I wish I could tell you stories of my heroism and bravery. But the most I ever made from life was the honor of tending to and raising Warchief Garrosh’s private boar stock… Beautiful creatures… delicious fat trickling through their flesh… I have no magic. I know nothing of leading men into war… But I have my strong back… and this sword and cape…even if my farm is gone…
“That’s the Lieutenants sword… Oh god… not his cape, too! Let him have some dignity! Please!”
THE LIEUTENANT IS NO MORE, ALLIANCE DOG! SILENCE! OR YOUR BLOOD WILL PAINT MY CLOAK RED!
That’s better…
I offer myself and my service with one goal… make the Alliance feel pain. I want them to feel shame and helplessness as their hovels burn to the ground. I want them to cry tears of sorrow as their children are slaughtered before them… I want the darkness to feast on their fear as, in the final moments of their life, the hopelessness of it all finally dawns on them.
Please accept this wizard’s heart as a gift of my appreciation.
*muffled screams*
Yours,
Gomrak
Crumpled fine parchment tied to a small wooden box
Moderator: Officers
Re: Crumpled fine parchment tied to a small wooden box
After reviewing the strange letter, twice, Syreena hands the messenger a copy of the Office Hours flyer to take back as a reply, and waves him away.