Grim Views

Xoscyl walks into the Grim center of opperations and plops down into a chair. It had been long since she'd fought against the alliance on the battle grounds and she had worked harder than ever to quinch her hunger for alliance death. Her boots were muddied and blood soaked one side of her leggings. With a quick sigh she pulled a robe from her pack and changed into it. She then took out a Knoll jaw brush from her pack and began to brush out the tangles and bits of human flesh that still clung to Latagu's fur. She did this as she awaited to see other members of the grim that might come to rest or report their findings. For the first time since early childhood, she felt she was home.

by Lascivious

A paunchy goblin with a runny nose poked his head in looking around. Spotting the huntress, he shambled toward her.

"Dead lady said give this to orc hunter with funny name. You an orc. You a hunter?" Without waiting for an answer he plopped a small package and shambled off inot the city.

Undoing the stiff paper, the hunteress finds two items. One is a piece of parchment with one word written in sloppy orcish writing. "Welcome." The other is a hairy scalp of a dwarf.

Xoscyl snarled at the sight of the goblin, she still had no trust for them since the mail incedent. But once the goblin left, she looked at the delivery. Ah, a welcome package, with a gift fit for Xoscyl. With a grin she placed the dwarf scalp into her satchel for safe keeping until she took up her evening rope weaving. She continued to comb the bits and pieces from latagu's fur.