Eternalnight sat quietly at a dimly lit table in the World's End tavern in Shattrah City; The stench of the Humans, Orcs, and indeed all warm bloods filled her senses...she despised the foul sickening smell that their live created. As she sat though, she blocked out, as she had learned to do, the fetid smell of life.
She also blocked out the damage and injury that she had recently suffered in the Nagrand plains. She was, afterall, healing nicely from the potions and salves she had applied on the trip back to the City Eternalnight sat and focused, while she reflected on the events of Nagrand, which led her here to sit at this table now
She had been simply gathering information and working to unlock the scraps of secrets the Orges of the area had regarding the Arcane. Even a hint to a morsel of information about a spell, or a history of the Arcane, was worth her time out here. On her way out however, she has been too close to the war torn Halaa. The Night Elf and the Human had spotted her, and given chase. The battle was close, but should have been closer...she had been caught off guard, an unable to focus and draw on the Arcane. The human, who kept blathering something in Common she could not understand, was going to be her end...until the warrior sprung from the sky
This was not the first time Sammuel had crossed paths with Eternalnight....there had been loose partnerships while in the Shimmering Flats, and while they traveled through the desolate Desolace landscape. Eternalnight at first hated Sammuel, as she did all warriors...they were plated fools with no brains, only a heavy sword She had no time for them. This one...was a bit different. He did not show to be dull of mind or action, but quick and flexible in both
Sammuel landed behind the human, now looming over Eternalnight, knocked to her knees, gasping for air, and an incantation. Sammuel had swung and connected to the back of the human's skull, dazing him, and buying Eternalnight time to arise. With a sharp bite of incantation from Eternal, the human caught fire, and was then frozen in place, as the fire sizzled his skin. During this, Sammuel turned to the night elf, and repeatingly moved from taunting, to stabbing at the Night Elf. He moved quickly, nimbly, before she could fully respond or counter a blow. Sammuel move not like a plate wearing dullard, but moved with grace in a deadly dance with the Elf. He was, as it appeared to Eternal, moving delicately with her, a mixture of playfulness, and romance. He was enjoying the time with her, watching a bit of life slowly leave her after every strike
Eternal had enough however...as the human was reduced to ash, Eternal spoke the words to call forth a torrent of arcane missiles to strike the Elf. Between the wounds Sammuel had landed, and Eternal's magic, the Elf dropped to a charred, bloody mess
Eternalnight nodded to Sammuel, her only acknowledgement of thanks. "You walk alone in the path undead." He said to her, flicking the night elfs's blood from his glowing blade. "You would do well to walk with others of the Horde as your breathren." Again the speech about the Grim, their 'ways' , their 'strength'. The retort was on her lips, yet again...she wanted nothing to do with their fanatic ways, and their strict requirements. She was loyal to only herself, no Mistress, no Lady, no Warchief.
But before the retort left her, she had the epiphany. She had already become Grim at this point. She fought next to the dull-witted Orc, the chatty Blood Elf, and of course, this warrior coated in death and plate mailWhy not agree to join their warband? Why not see what secrets they can uncover for her? What mysteries of the arcane where there that these members of the Grim held? Curiosity held her tongue. Desire to know loosened it again.
"I will join your warband of the Grim dear warrior. Perhaps it will be beneficial. Or at least, amusing." Sammuel revealed in a smile a mixture of rotted teeth, and those that still showed some hint of life, a bit of white still. "The ire and anger of the Witch of the Glades will serve well in the Grim, faire incanter." "I will let the Mistress know your intentions. Meet her this eve at the world's end tavern. Prepare yourself".
Sammuel then was off on his Wyvern, back to the Halaa outpost. Eternal made her way slowly back to Shattrah, and the tavern. There she now sat. After only a few minutes of reflection, and some disgusted, bitter words to a gnome refugee that came too close, Eternal 'felt' more than she 'saw' a figure come at her.
Eternal never admitted fear or respect, but the figure of Lascivious took Eternal aback for a moment. As imposing as Sammuel was, with plate and horrid horns, sharpened blades and massive bow, Lascivious was even more...foreboding was the only word. Eternal looked up at the figure that was both beautiful and horrible in undeath
Why did this one remind him of Sammuel so much.....?
"Have you prepared yourself wizard?"
Eternalnight had; She was ready to be one of the Grim