Having finished her meeting with Grainger and becoming his apprentice Tsa stepped back out onto the Scryer Tier. She had seen many with the Grim tabard on her way in and would have stopped to say hello and introduce herself to them had she not had the appointment with her new Master.
She looks around now and hopes to see a Grim tabard and introduce herself.
Exploration by Tsa
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Re: Exploration by Tsa
by Redflare
Redflare slowly sits up in his loft within the Aldor Inn, and presses a hand gingerly to his stomach, pulling away only to see a hand fresh with blood. With a heavy sigh, he pushes himself out of his bed, and hobbles over towards the open doorway, leaning against the frame. His broken leg, and cracked ribs have only worsened with his stubborn training, though he continued to push his limits, collapsing in an exhausted heap every evening before retiring back to his bedroom within the Rise.
As he calls his Windrider, and pulls himself onto its back, he goes over past events, keeping one hand clutched over his broken frame. He hasen't removed his armor in weeks in fear of seeing how severe the Demon's attack really was, and the smell of dry blood and sweat surrounded him, along with long matted red hair falling over his eyes, which now held dark rings from lack of sleep.
As he passes over the Scryer's teir on his trek towards Shadowmoon Valley, he catches sight of a female mage wearing Grim colors. Another? I thought I escaped most of them when I fled that dreadful city YEARS ago!
He slowly makes his way closer, making sure his cowl is pulled tight over his face to conceal it within the shade, and rears his windrider just as he nears the Elf, narrowing his eyes in a disapproving stare.
Redflare slowly sits up in his loft within the Aldor Inn, and presses a hand gingerly to his stomach, pulling away only to see a hand fresh with blood. With a heavy sigh, he pushes himself out of his bed, and hobbles over towards the open doorway, leaning against the frame. His broken leg, and cracked ribs have only worsened with his stubborn training, though he continued to push his limits, collapsing in an exhausted heap every evening before retiring back to his bedroom within the Rise.
As he calls his Windrider, and pulls himself onto its back, he goes over past events, keeping one hand clutched over his broken frame. He hasen't removed his armor in weeks in fear of seeing how severe the Demon's attack really was, and the smell of dry blood and sweat surrounded him, along with long matted red hair falling over his eyes, which now held dark rings from lack of sleep.
As he passes over the Scryer's teir on his trek towards Shadowmoon Valley, he catches sight of a female mage wearing Grim colors. Another? I thought I escaped most of them when I fled that dreadful city YEARS ago!
He slowly makes his way closer, making sure his cowl is pulled tight over his face to conceal it within the shade, and rears his windrider just as he nears the Elf, narrowing his eyes in a disapproving stare.
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Re: Exploration by Tsa
by Kahlaramah
- It has been a lengthy suspension from society for the demonologist, as Kahlaramah had been plagued with a bout of depression to such a point that he had isolated himself from everyone; with the exception of his daughter Kroan and protegie Mahyia. The shape makes it's presence in the Grim tavern once again, a gangly form clad in an obscuring cloak of dead skin taking hesitant steps over to a table beside the fireplace. He clutches in his hand the newest headpiece, a reward for valor in Alterac Valley. It does not look quite right with the rest of his equipment though, so it is only worn in combat for the time being. Of course, the minions travel closely with him; the felguard at his left with the inactive friends trailing behind. He would mumble, the voice smooth and contemplating. -
' Hm.. many new faces as well as older ones. So good to see that you all are well.. I even see that some I knew before I came here, have joined us.. '
- Once more, the patch on his tabard identifies him as a 'minion'- due to another of the Mistresse's frequent restructures. However, he has not voiced a concern; having never cared to hold command over his guildmates. Catatonic eyes shifting back and forth, he would slowely take a seat and order some sort of drink. --
- It has been a lengthy suspension from society for the demonologist, as Kahlaramah had been plagued with a bout of depression to such a point that he had isolated himself from everyone; with the exception of his daughter Kroan and protegie Mahyia. The shape makes it's presence in the Grim tavern once again, a gangly form clad in an obscuring cloak of dead skin taking hesitant steps over to a table beside the fireplace. He clutches in his hand the newest headpiece, a reward for valor in Alterac Valley. It does not look quite right with the rest of his equipment though, so it is only worn in combat for the time being. Of course, the minions travel closely with him; the felguard at his left with the inactive friends trailing behind. He would mumble, the voice smooth and contemplating. -
' Hm.. many new faces as well as older ones. So good to see that you all are well.. I even see that some I knew before I came here, have joined us.. '
- Once more, the patch on his tabard identifies him as a 'minion'- due to another of the Mistresse's frequent restructures. However, he has not voiced a concern; having never cared to hold command over his guildmates. Catatonic eyes shifting back and forth, he would slowely take a seat and order some sort of drink. --