Band Together
Chavie - January 31, 2006
Chavie neatly cuts a length of white silk she has prepared.
When Maledictus had been buried, Chavie had listened over the
hearthstone. She had sat in a pew in the run-down chapel of
Tarren Mill, and had wept and prayed for him unashamedly as he
said his goodbyes.
But then, he returned, and created a new guild. Feeling utterly
confused and unsure of how to take the news, she had expressed
this confusion to the other Grims. Vuudu told her, "That is not
our Maledictus." And Chavie had agreed. She put the issue behind
her for the time being. Over time, she thought it over... "That
is not our Maledictus." How could she have forgotten that?
What had risen from the grave was not their Maledictus. He never
had been. Maledictus was Maledictus' Maledictus. How could
Chavie, who worshipped the self above all, not respect that he
was remaining true to his own inner heart? Why hadn't she
rejoiced to see such a strong hand of Sylvanas return to wreak
havoc on the hated Alliance? Instead, she had felt confused and
betrayed. This was not fitting for a Chal, to lean so heavily on
one person (without even being invited to do so!), and expecting
them to always act in a predictable and safe way. To frown on
someone for following their heart. She even cheered at Alliance
as she killed them, laughed as they killed her, respecting them
for their deep, heartfelt hatred.
Chavie ties the length of white silk around her upper right arm.
Then she posts a letter in the Gallow's End Tavern.
Dir Es Gims, Pas Tan Pre Sen, An Dal Hu Me Bi In Te Res Ted,
We may be in DIFFERENT guilds with DIFFERENT ideals and ways of
thinking, but to all who SHARE the common goal of the UTTER
DESTRUCTION of the Alliance I say: We must stand together! I
pledge my spells and my weapons to keeping you ON YOUR FEET in
the heat of battle. OUTSIDE of battle, I pledge to give you all
RESPECT until you show me to my face why I should NOT. If you
follow the most basic things of the GRIM MANDATE, I love you and
cheer you in your chosen path!!
To show my feeligns i am wearing a length of WHITE SILK around my
right arm. My RIGHT arm, because it is my STRONG arm. SILK,
because it is the BEST material I can craft. And WHITE, for many
things white stands for:
BONES, the basic structure of things. I pledge my allegience to
the GRIM MANDATE and all who follow it regardless of race or
guild or anything in their past. This BASIC STRUCTURE, the
skeletal outline, of respect for each other and DEATH to the
Alliance is noble in my sight. White is for PEACE, and a TRUCE. I
am not at war with my brothers and sisters! May we fight GRAND
battles with and not against each other. White is worn at
WEDDINGS to symbolize PURITY and through the matrimonial
association it also symbolizes UNITY. This band on my arm is for
PURITY OF INTENT, UNITY OF PURPOSE.
Purity of intent and unity of purpose!
I am GRIM, and this will not change, and my loyalty is first to
them . But I pledge with my hand over my unbeating heart to
support all with the united purpose of DESTRUCTION. I will not
let my FEELINGS distort the basic TRUTHS.May we work together to
achieve our common goals!
ten ku. kiskis, cha vi ski ner ha sis ter af te chil ren
[Yichimet]
*ties a band of white around his arm*
[Chavie]
Behind her mask, Chavie's eyes are watery and red as she looks
over this old letter, and tacks it up in the Grim's guild hall
one final time.
Taking a deep breath, she adds this note to it:
The sentiment i have expressed here has not changed very much
except it has, in the part where i say being GRIM comes first.
gu ba, gim. kiskis.
- cha vi sin ger ha sis ter af te chil ren
[Lupen]
Lupen eyes the letter, dyes a bit of silk to the purest white,
and ties it around his scar-ridden right arm. "Vek, xi...
Xiari..." He said as he walked out of the halls.
[Lilliana]
Lilliana stood for a long time, reading and re-reading the letter
that Chavie posted within the great halls of the Grim's legion.
Lilliana's face was a mask of deception, feigning calm and casual
disregard. Lupen had walked past her at some point, but she
barely acknowledged her warlock friend.
Finally, Lilliana's dark eyes come to rest upon a particular line
within Chavie's letter...
The sentiment i have expressed here has not changed very much
except it has, in the part where i say being GRIM comes first.
Lilliana understood this - and for some reason, she felt she
shouldn't. As a Grim, there is little room for other priorities -
and Lilliana's loyalties were fairly clear. However, Lilliana
knew Chavie and....
Lilliana did not have any silk, nor did she any dye. However, if
she did she would have worn it as a symbol to what Chavie said.
Lilliana hopes that the little forsaken priest's words are not
forgotten within the Grim. Lilliana respected the little priest's
choice, and Lilliana would not forget.
[Chingaso]
Chingaso read letter through and begin look around for white silk
when notice note Chavie add at bottom.
What Chavie meaning? Chavie go somewhere? Chavie no more be at
Gallos' End Tavern for give advice and comfort Chingaso?
Chingaso not know what feel or do. Chingaso head for tavern. Much
ale will meet maker this night...
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl eyes the note over, chewing on her inner cheek as she did
so. She had read this letter before, long ago, and she did not
quite understand what it was doing up again. Then she reached the
bottom. She felt an immediate drop in her mood as she saw that
the priest would no longer be heard amongst the other voices from
her hearthstone. She had grown quite accustomed to her chant-like
language. Not only that, but Chavie had sent her a beautiful
addition for her Rope of Dwarven Pride. It had looked beautiful
braided in with the others. She invisioned the undead girl next
to her and the rest of the Grim, as they took down Ironforge as a
celebration of her finished training, dancing on the steps
leading to the entrance. But she did not dare show her feelings.
The orc eyed the added portion one last time, and turned to her
other business. It was not her style to show such feelings, it
would be weak. She could not tempt herself to be such a pathetic
thing as to do that, not if she wished to grow as powerful as she
did. But as hard as she tried to suppress the feeling of
something missing, it sat within her still.
[Vitrioll]
Vitrioll eyed the letter with it's rough as tacks cursive and
message that would almost be considered "beautiful and inspiring"
by others. He had not shed any tears nor known any sadness at
this particular forsakens departure from the guild... mostly
because he bearly knew her other than the broken gutterspeak she
assaulted his ears with over the hearthstone on many a night.
The sentiment i have expressed here has not changed very much
except it has, in the part where i say being GRIM comes first.
The words hung there like the stale air of an unearthed tomb,
opened for the first time in centuries. He knew what she ment, on
some level he even felt the sentiment, but it was not his place
to feel such things. He was a forsaken, but above that.. above
everything else, he was a rogue. Words like this fell dead on
ears like his, ones that had been a "part of something" had cared
about something, then had been betrayed by that same something.
Many of the grim had left, some he had known, others he had
simply heard of, all he saw were oppertunities to take advantage
leaving his grasp.
"the priest would have been useful" he thought as he tied the
first dirty white scrap of trash cloth he could find around his
arm "perhaps she still can serve a purpose, as might this
situation. yes, oppertunities for personal gain are floating
around us this very instant, all one would have to do is PLUCK.
(and with this he snatched at the air around him catching a large
flying insect in his hand, squeezing the ichor of it's blood out
of its endoskeletal body and down his gullet) them out of the air
and feast on their nectar.. mmmhmm hmm hmm.." he wiped his hand
on the already dirty "white" cloth around his right arm and
walked back out into the night... there was profiteering to be
had and he had no time to waste on nostalgia.
[Syreena]
Syreena did not bother to ask anyone to read the letter. She
recognized Chavie's signature at the bottom, and by the
expressions of the others she saw read it, she had a pretty good
idea of what it said. She'd already received a private note from
Chavie, written in wor sa fa chal, that she was mostly able to
read herself.
The little rogue also did not know the meaning of some of the
others tying strips of white cloth around their arm, but she
guessed it had something to do with honoring Chavie's service to
The Grim. She pulled a bandage from her pack and tied it tightly
around her right arm, then she lightly touched the letter with
the back of her hand in almost a caress.
"a hop a stil si yu sum tams, sis ter."
She slunk into the shadows and left the tavern, wanting to be
alone for a while.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi stood next to Lilliana as he was reading the letter, he
had known for a little while that Chavie was gone, and he knew it
was her choice and he could not stop her; but part of him wished
more then anything to grab the little undead by the neck and
knock her around a bit. He knew she meant well, and that she
understood love and that it was Vuudu, that is why she went.
Warneshi eyed Lilliana out the corner of his eye and noticed she
wasn't looking at the letter anymore but the ground.
Warneshi read the letter one more time before reaching
undernearth his thick plate and mail armor and ripped two lengths
off his white silk under shirt.
Warneshi tyed one around his upper right arm, and the other
around Lilliana's. Warneshi looked into the surprised eyes of the
priestess.
"Remember what Chavie hass taught uss, loyalty to the oness you
love and your family above all, The Grim are our family, and
Chavie will alwayss be Grim in Warneshi'ss eyesss."
[Dwartmal]
Dwartmal stood silently in the shadows reflecting on Chavie's
note, when he overhears:
Warneshi said: quote:
"Remember what Chavie hass taught uss, loyalty to the oness you
love and your family above all, The Grim are our family, and
Chavie will alwayss be Grim in Warneshi'ss eyesss."
Dwartmal whispers, "in my eyes as well."
[Lilliana]
Lilliana was surprised when she felt Warenshi tying the silk
around her arm. She was even more surprised when she heard his
words and she found herself returning the troll kings gaze.
Lilliana was pained, that was clear to see within her dark eyes -
and it was more so than she has been in a long time, for it is
such a rare thing for the priestess to drift to such a state. It
was good to hear simliar senitments, especially ones that
Lilliana could not claim.
[Shogo]
Shogo walks up to the letter seeing it for the first time and
reads it. He seems tempted to reach into his bag for something.
Then he sees the added note at the bottom. He says "I have been
in the grim for a short time and sporadically around at times. I
have noticed Chavie's language, not to much different than the
earth spirts slow mumbled speech, but I didn't know her much
farther." "But the Grim is a family all on its own, one that I
have needed since I have lost my parents to the Dwarven Paladins.
While I am not of any great age, I will still see her as a sister
and will give her any help I can possibly give." Shogo reaches
back and pulls out a silk cloth and dyes it white hoping the
color stays, for he dyed it like leather, and wraps it around his
right arm. Then Shogo pulls out a piece of paper and writes, in
the commonly large letters that are small for his large hands:
I may not have known you very well Chavie, but I will always be
here for you as well as the rest of the Grim, from what I can see
I am not the only one wearing white. May the spirits guide you,
and if they are not enough then I will always be here for you.
-Shogo
Shogo then attaches the letter and walk out with his head high
knowing that he is in the best association ever to walk this
planet, for they will care for those who were once good Grim, but
are gone now due to extraneous conditions. It is time to wreak
havoc on some Dwarves in honor of Chavie and my family.