Grim Views

Sitting in the inn of the Aldor In Shaatrath city in outland, a Tauren was writing notes in his journal having some difficulty using the delicate scarlet quill with his bulky three fingered hand

The first page of his journal reads as follows:


The third day, of the second month of winter.


Today I have been charged with a Grim task. Odd considering the guild that has charged me with said task is also the Grim.

My task is a simple one I must slay two hundred Alliance Scum and Dump them in the waters of Stone-Bull lake. Though it sounds simple enough it is not, for the festering bodies of the alliance will poison the lake, and that will cause the deaths of many of my people. I can however rest assured that it is for a good cause. Too long have many a Tauren sympathized with the alliance, for too long they have ingored their poisons. It will be my duty to remind them, of these poisons. Though a few may die it will better help them understand just how dangerous the alliance are!

I have already found an easy target to aquire these two hundred bodies. If memory serves me right. there is a Dwarven outpost in the Barrens, that has just enough Dwarvs to fill my quota. I may even kill a few extra for good measure. I plan to go in one of the three animal forms that the Earth-mother has granted me, and I do believe I am doing her work by alerting my people to grave threat, even if it may cost a few lives in the process. May whatever heathen gods those Dwarvs worship have mercy on their souls... for they shall all see the afterlife very soon

Kodara of the Grim.

by Ellsbeth

Sometimes, Kodara, the most difficult path is the righteous one. Slay well, slay many.

As The lumbering Tauren layed on his bed in the Gallows end Tavern he thought about the events that had transpired that day, she quickly sat up. lit a candle and began to write with a battered,and heavily used scarlet quill, choosing his words carefully.


Day Two.


Today I made my first attacks on the Dwarvs settlement in the barrens, and I do not think they suspect anything more then I had planned. From watching them, I think they think that their comrads were killed and dragged off by a Wild Moonkin,. and nothing more. It was somewhat intresting to see them hold a candle light vigil for their fallen comrads, who they all gave a fare well toast to, and then went back to their business. I find it odd. I killed 25 of them and yet they still think the Moonkin they saw was a wild beast, and not what it really is. They also seem to want to find the remains of their freinds, quite badly as they have been searching through the fecal matter of several large beasts for their bones. I think they believe that wherever their body lies is where their spirit remains in the afterlife. If that is the case then they shall all be spending an eternity in Stone-Bull lake...


Kodara of the Grim

Dawn was breaking as Kodara the large Tauren Druid sat at a Table in the Grim Gallows writing in his journal with a shiny new Moss green Quill, His previouse one having been in such bad shape that he was finding it quite difficult to write with.


Day Three.


Today the Dwarvs had another vigil for their fallen. It almost seems like they find any excuse they can to inbibe alchohol, a quirk that I find quite amusing. In fact the 65 bodies I have collected thus far have hardy begun to rot, from being pickled by the massive amounts of alchohol in their systems, a fact that has made hiding the bodies a lot easier then it would have been if they were not in such a state. Though I think they are starting to suspect something other then just a wild Moonkin as they have brought in a few Gnomish engineers to bolster their security systomes. I just hope they do not seek any other outside help, or it could really putt a kink in my plans, though I must admit, those Gnomes look rather tasty...

Kodara of the Grim.

It was almost midnight at the Inn in Silvermoon City, and Kodara, the large Tauren Druid was still wide awake, he dipped his new moss green quill into an ink-pot filled with what appeared to be blood, and began tio write, recalling the accounts of that day


Day four


Disaster nearly struck today, as the dwarvs seemed to take notice of their missing Gnomish companions, and called in nightelf Druid, to aid them. It was certanly a very wild day as she was quite adept at her tacking skills. I think she might have been a feral druid as there could be no other way for her to be so adept at her cat form, and I must admit she caught me by surprise leaping out of the bushes and attacking me from behind. I then quickly assumed bear form, and gave her a few good swipes, then after dazing her for a preciouse few moments, I healed myself as nessicary, and and set about commanding a nearby locust swarm to attaqck her. While she was frustrated by the swarm i made my way head on into the dwarvs compound with her in close persuit. I made m y way into their powder locker and lit a match detonating the massive amount of powder,and killing nearly a hundred dwarvs and the other druid in the process. I barely escaped with my life, and my fur scorched, making my way back into the brush and making the required heals. I now have roughly one hundred and seventy bodies, but now I must finish off these dwarvs before they can send for reinforcements. I only pray that I can finish off the last of them by tomorrow.

((I sincerely apologise for me taking so long to finish up the last chapter of this little story. I would have done so sooner, but my family was undergouing a crisis, and until now I was unable to find find much time for using the computer, so without further ado I present the closing chapters.))


Kodara looked around Bloodhoof village. the stench of rottings corpses filling the air with a foul smell indeed. As a Druid, he did not care for the smell at all, but he had spent a whole week striving for this..

In the weeks past he had killed over two hundred Alliance, and with some help from the good folks at smokeywood pastures had ,moved the bodies from the barrens to Stonebulll lake, and had them all dumped into it. After some much needed rest he found that Bloodhoof village had become like a ghost town. only a lucky few had, had the good sense to leave when the bodies were bdiscovered in the lake. the rest of them had perished from drinking the tainted waters, that the bodies had been festering in. After a Moment, Kodara Mounted up his Grey Riding Kodo, and headed off towards Thunderbluff. He had Written quite a bit about his exploits, and had to send them into his superior. She would be most pleased by the carnage he had wrought onto this town. Kodara, just hoped that he had not lost his soul in the process.