Grim Views

*Necrosis arrived at the inn in Brill, after finishing some experiments on the Scarlets in the Monastery nearby. He was almost chipper, the screams still ringing in his ears was delightful. He ascended the steps of the inn and opened the door to the room he shared with his wife, Frain. At first he couldn't see her, the room was piled high with bolts of silk and mageweave. Patterns were strewn on the floor, amongst thread and tubs with dyes in them. He rounded a corner, and saw her, his eternal bride, frantically sewing some silk together. She pricked her finger as he watched, giggling to herself and sucking at the wound. She felt his presence, looked up and squealed as she ran to his arms. *

"Well, should I even ask how much of our gold you spent today dearest?" Necrosis chuckled kissing her roughly and swatting her backside playfully.

"Um, no! " Frain laughed, madness flickering across her face "I was so lucky today, that rare pattern, was in the Auction House, the purple silk shirt one! Finally it is mine, you should see the orders I need to fill! Who knew a bunch of orcs, trolls and undeads would be so fashion conscious!" Frain twirled around , grabbed his hand and led him to another corner. There she had her "model" , which right now was some unfortunate night elf female, dead as a door nail, propped up against the wall. The model was wearing one of the rich purple silk shirts.

"See , isn't it a lovely shirt! " Frain twirled around again , then stopped and looked long at her husband, " Thank you my husband, for the greatest gift of all......death!" She ran to her work, and began to sew again.

Necrosis wondered what she had meant by that..........he wasn't responsible for her death..........was he? He shook his head thinking to himself "no, it was the plague that killed her". He went downstairs to sit by the fire and think on this. As he watched the flames dance, he decided it was time to try to remember. He had been so engulfed in their new life together, that he had kept memories at bay.

He concentrated , and tried to think back, back to when they were simply a Physician and a Seamstress............

by Necrosis

*The chaotic dance of the flames brought Necrosis to an earlier time. To a time of panic and fear, something he had not felt for a very long time*

“We have brought a sample from the hidden caldron in the north sire, we sealed it in this bottle as you instructed” The page, dressed in the colors of Lordearon, bowed.

Gently taking the bottle, the young physician nodded “Excellent, you have done well. With my knowledge and intelligence I am sure I can find a cure to this plague. Remember my friend tell no one of this errand. ”

"Yes, sire” the page bowed again “If I may ask why aren’t the other physicians helping?”

Rage filled the physician’s eyes as he yelled “Because they do not understand like I do, they are afraid and think that separation alone will save them” staring into the bottle he sharply added “It will not!, the plague will come for us all if I do not find a cure, we will all surely die”

The page backed out of the door “My apologies sire, I did not mean to question. Will you be attending the ceremony tomorrow?”

Calming down the physician smiled and nodded “I am sorry, of course I will be there my firend. I am sure you will make a fine Squire of Lordaeron.” Looking again at the bottle “Oh and I think my wife Frain is close to finishing your vestments for the ceremony, stop by and see her when you have the time”.

*The fire snapped loudly bringing Necrosis back to the present. He could now remember his young bride before her undeath, over flowing with love and trust. Yes, he thought, how deliciously innocent*

*Frain sits in the Inn, working on those bags for warlocks to fill with souls, as she listens to the crackle of the fire, she doses and dreams of a time before *

"Mistress Frain, excuse me , Mistress Frain, " the young man stood trying to get the attention of the seamstress. Finally , seeming to put the last stitch on what she was working on, the lovely tailor looked up. The young mans heart skipped a bit, he had to remind himself this woman was married.

"Master has sent me, he said you would perhaps have my vestments finished, although if you do not, I can stop by again later..." Frain smiled at him, noticing with amusement how he fidgeted and blushed. She was used to it, she had many admirers, she just wished the biggest was her husband. Lately, he was so preoccupied with his work. No matter how she fixed herself up, it would go unnoticed. Sometimes he even stayed out all night, working on whatever it was , he didn't have time to talk to her these days either.

Frain shook herself out of her thoughts, and turned to the task at hand. Reaching up on a shelf, she took the package there and handed it over .

The young man's hand lingered a bit on hers, he turned an even deeper shade of red, coughed and thanked her . "If you need more altering, please come back. " As he walked briskly away, Frain thought about what she could do this night to maybe catch her husband's eye.

*A knock at the door brings the undead tailor back, she answers it to find a customer wanting their order. After tending to the business, Frain sits by the fire, wondering what her dream had meant. Necrosis was so affectionate, almost obsessed with her, was there really a time when he felt differently ? *

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*The Horde soldiers moans filled her ears, the place reeked of death. Not that that bothered Frain, but turning beautiful Runecloth into bandages to patch up gore did*

"Frain, you are moving too slow, you must bandage the men faster!" Dr. Gregory , trauma surgeon stationed in Hammerfall, barked orders at her, while Necrosis and him whispered to each other out of her ear shot. She did not want to fail , she wanted to do this for the Grim , and to perhaps make Necrosis more proud of her. As she was lost in her thoughts, the soldier she was working on died, a nice enough orc she supposed.

"Damnit Frain, you must do better! " The tone of her husbands voice was not something she heard often. Most of the time, he whispered to her, told her constantly how wonderful she was, how much he loved her. But now, he was clearly upset, which made her stop bandaging the men, and sit with a pout on her face.

Seeing her reaction, Necrosis left his colleague to tend to his distraught wife. "Frain, my darling wife," He cupped her small hands in his. " you must finish this task. It is most important for you to be able to tend to wounds, when I cannot. I know you think it is a waste of fabric, but you must trust me ! "

Those words.........you must trust me.........Frain had heard them before....she became lost in a vision of a time long ago.

* Frain was alive again, in the old home. Her husband the physician came home , seems one of his many patients could not pay the bill, and instead had given them freshly baked bread instead. Frain included it with the normal meal, though it smelled different then usual*

"Are you sure this bread is good, it has a peculiar smell ....." Her husband, head in a book even as he ate, looked up momentarily. "Yes it is fine! Are you so spoiled now that you cannot appreciate anothers hard work! " He scowled at her and went back to reading. Frain put a lot of butter on the bread, maybe that would help. Absently she notices that he has not had any of the bread himself.

*flash*

*Frain is lying in bed, she has been sick for some time. Her husband is beside her , journal in hand , he is taking down notes it seems.*

"So, how do you feel today Wife ? " He looked at her with intense eyes, she had to admit , at least he was paying attention to her.

"Horrible, and I cannot keep any food in my stomach.....yet I am so very hungry. Please ....can you get me some water ? " Her throat was so dry.

"Yes yes, in a minute. Now, tell me about the pain Wife ..... how has is changed since yesterday?" He took notes as she described her symptoms.

"You will be able to cure me won't you my Husband ? I have heard rumors of a plague...others have died. " Frain looked at him with utter faith.

" Of course I can, I am a great physician! But you must trust me....now I am going to draw some more blood, there are more tests I must conduct "

*Frain opened her eyes, back in Hammerfall. Necrosis was asking her if she was alright. *

"Alright.....am I alright! " She let out a terrrible screech. " The bread, you didn't eat any of it that night did you ! Why not ? And I got sick, not long after eating it.....and you were almost excited about it.........you questioned me about my sickness.....you told me you would cure me.......YOU WATCHED ME DIE! "

Frain runs out of the building tearing at what is left of her hair. How could he , how could he have been so cruel and unloving ? Did he infect her himself just to use her as a human subject ? Her mind can't seem to comprehend the betrayal, she heads to the Inn , wondering if she will ever be able to face him again.

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Necrosis sighed and watched coldly as Frain hysterically ran out of the ward.

Necrosis turned to the surgeon and bowed "You must excuse me doctor it seems my bride has had another of her delusions, I must deal with her."

Dr. Gregory nodded "You have my leave Necrosis, please return with her when she is well."

Calmly Necrosis followed after Frain into the Inn. Upstairs he found her sobbing quietly in a hammock. Focusing on his troubled bride Necrosis sharpened his mind, inhaled deeply and violently forced his mind into hers taking control…

Swimming in her mind Necrosis thought to Frain "Hmmm, where is it my love? Where is that memory?"

Frain sprang from the hammock screaming "NO!!!! NO!!!! Not again, No not again". Dropping to the floor writhing in pain "Get out, no get out. Please…" tears streamed down Frain’s cheeks, quietly muttering "Please, not again…" before passing out…

((to be continued…

*The Horde soldiers moans filled her ears, the place reeked of death. Not that that bothered Frain, but turning beautiful Runecloth into bandages to patch up gore did*

"Frain, you are moving too slow, you must bandage the men faster!" Dr. Gregory , trauma surgeon stationed in Hammerfall, barked orders at her, while Necrosis and him whispered to each other out of her ear shot. She did not want to fail , she wanted to do this for the Grim , and to perhaps make Necrosis more proud of her.

She worked furiously, as her loving husband cheered her on. One by one the wounded Horde got up and proclaimed themselves well. After the last one, Frain sits on the ground laughing , " I did it! Yay I am a doctor too now! " She giggled , Necrosis came over to her and offered his hand. Gently pulling her up he kissed her and whispered how proud he was of her in her ear......she was happy that he was pleased with her performance.

"Love, you deserve a trip to the Auction House, perhaps we can find you something new! Let us head to the Undercity and celebrate!" As he watched her Necrosis smiled to himself.

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Watching proudly as his lovely bride walked off preparing to open a portal. Necrosis turned to the surgeon.

“Yes, her delusions are becoming more frequent and unfortunately more unpredictable”

Dr. Gregory nodded “There is still so much to learn about the reawakening, I have observed many different reactions to reanimation. We must continue our research.”

Necrosis smiled and bowed deeply “Indeed, there is much to learn brother. Many thanks for training Frain; I am not able to look after her when we face our toughest foes.”

The surgeon bowed in return “My pleasure, it is always a treat to see you and Frain. I rarely see such love and affection with the Forsaken. It brings me much hope that we may very well overcome all of this. I am sure with your loving care Frain will work though her terrors.”

Smiling Necrosis nodded and walked off towards his grinnig bride standing proudly by a portal to the Undercity…

((to be continued…

"I have had enough!" Necrosis slammed his fist down on the table causing his alchemical equipment to rattle. "Our power wanes my love, I feel it leaving my immortal soul".

Frain looked up "The forces of the Lich King have been driven back. I have spoken to the Dark Lady and she is pleased."

Necrosis smiled "Yes, but we have not yet seized the power of the elemental fire lord. I tire of the judgment and accusations. No longer will I stand by, no longer will I except judgment, we need to find our strength and focus."

Frain nodded slowly and whispered "Annihilation of the Alliance."

Necrosis nodded back "Yes my love, only with the demise of the Alliance will our strength grow. We shall seek them out and fight where we find them..."

Necrosis stared coldly out across Alterac Valley, Iceblood tower was aflame and victory over the invaders was all but assured. Necrosis smiled and thought to himself…

The time is coming, the circle is almost complete. For a year now we have been focused on the demise of the Alliance. For a year we have fought and won limited power. Necrosis shook his head. It is a stalemate; the leaders of the Horde are weak and believe in limited conflict. Hmmm, even the Banshee Queen will not strike out against out foes.

Necrosis jumped down from the tower and landed next to his undead bride. He turned and looked at Frain as he summoned his skeletal warhorse thinking…

Change is coming and I shall control it.

Frain and Necrosis respectfully kneel down in front of an unmarked grave.

Draping their tabards over the grave.

Necrosis yells out "The circle is now complete. For a year Frain and I have fought with The Grim. The time has come for Frain and I to take our leave. We wish you strength and wisdom. May the Dark Lady watch over you all!"

Frain and Necrosis stood "Farewell! Long live The Grim!"

After summoning their skeletal war-horses they rode off towards the Undercity.

by Abric

In the Gallow's End, Abric spent his time reading through the numerous correspondance he collected. Two stacks of parchment were on the table he was sitting at. From the left stack, he would take from... and to the right stack, he would add. His glowing undead eyes browsed over the text that contained the daily business and useful and useless information that he paid to come to him. Goblins and Grim, Alliance and Horde, willing and unwilling participants aided in the public knowledge of people's movement and people's business.

One piece of paper made him pause. A letter from one of the Deathstalker's from this very town.

Two visited the One. Unmarked and Disappearing.

"Hm."

Placing the piece on the right stack, Abric continued through the letters. While the details were not his to know, the general knowledge may be. He would investigate it when his time would allow... but until then, things continue flawlessly.

*Frain quietly works on a new dress design, accidentally pricking her fidgetting model*

"Novea, pet, please do not fidget!" Frain patted the tiny blood elfs head and continued to work. Things had been good since Necrosis told her they could return to the Grim. There were many that did not remember them, and some that did. The ones that did, made her welcome again. It was the closest she felt to being in a family, so that made her happy.

Shortly after they returned to the Hall , Necrosis brought her a gift, a companion , a blood elf named Novea. Her partner Ayloc was charged with many tasks for Necrosis, but Novea was hers. Sometimes she would just have her read to her, sometimes she would go out hunting with her, she enjoyed watching the young rogue stalk her prey. Frain wondered what Necrosis had over these two blood elfs to keep them in service, but knew that wasn't her business.

A knock at the door, Frain gestured for Novea to open it. A strikingly handsome blood elf stood there. Novea's face lit up, and she stood on her tippy-toes to lay a kiss on his lips. The rogue blushed, and cleared his throught.

"Lady Frain, I was sent on a mission to .... visit the Dalaran wizards that are still in the area. I recovered this for you, and hope you like it. " Ayloc took Novea's hand and they crept away together.

Frain walked over to the box he had put on the table. Lifting the lid, there she saw a lovely robe, of purple with a large eye on the front. Frain felt a hint of recognition, though it was fleeting. She would have to ask Necrosis about it....

Frain
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