Hereafter once again enters the halls of The Grim
mumblemumble, June 13, 2006
Unlike his previous visit, he enters walking on two legs but
hunched over, as if ready for something. He is cleaner than at
his last visit, his armor of far higher quality, his weapons
hinting at the foes that have fallen to his blades. He seems less
feral though definitely still wild.
He crouches in the doorway and sniffs the air, striking a figure
far more recognizeable. Ignoring all else, he fumbles through his
pack, muttering and growling to himself all the while. Having
found what he sought, he stands up again and without a sound,
crosses the room to the message board. He jams a letter into the
frames corner, clearly visible on the folded letter is the word
GRIMS written very poorly in what is probably blood.
Without another sound or ever turning back, Hereafter slinks out
of the hall and into the street. A barking his heard outside,
growing more distanced.
[Bloodscream]
Bloodscream wanders in from the street looking like he's been
baking in the sun for hours. The sand that he's trailing and the
bright splotches of insect blood clearly tell where he has been.
"Well since no one else is curious... MINE!" he declares upon
seeing the letter.
Bloodscream sits heavily in a nearby chair with a metallic clank.
He careful opens the letter and makes a serious attempt at
reading it.
[Skash]
*Skash walks in and spots Bloodscream trying to read the letter.
He comes up behind him and bonks him on the head*
Stop tryin ta act smurt an tryin ta read!
*Skash then gives Bloodscream a hearty slap on the back and walks
off cackling*
[Bloodscream]
Bloodscream raises an eyebrow at Skash.
I can read juss fine brudah, is juss not easy making dis chicken
scrawl out.
I read an write juss fine tank you very much.
[Mumblemumble]
The letter is written very roughly, the paper splattered and
crumpled is adorned with some scrawls and scribbles beyond
legibility. A few doodles can also questionably be identified,
they appear to be an elf with a knife in it's head, a demonic
face and a cat or maybe it's a horse. A few words can be strung
together here and there over the page, they arguably say:
Grims, I wok all aroun, sniff lotsa peopul. Los of peopul stink
but only Grims reek of death, only Grims stink like me. Hereafter
come home now k?
[Syreena]
Syreena caught a glimpse of Hereafter leaving the hall, and she
started after him, digging a leather ball out of her pack. She
lost sight of him though, so she turned around and went inside.
"What's it say?" she asked Blood as she saw him sitting with a
letter.
[Chingaso]
Chingaso enter hall and see Bloodscream, Skash and Syreena
attempt decipher written note. Grin appear on face Chingaso...
"What note say?" Chingaso ask innocent...
[Bloodscream]
"Here..." Bloodscream said putting the letter down on the table.
"I tink dis is a horse." he declared pointing at a distorted
doodle. "Maybe a cat..." he corrected, turning the paper, DIS is
an elf wit a knife in it's head, everywun knows dat one..."
"I nub tink dis one studied very much in school, howeva much his
talent fer drawin elves wit knives in dey head can be seen as a
valuable, is not very impressive, scholarly speakin..."
"It is kinda funny dough, look his eyes be buggin out and blood
be sprayin everywhere... eh eh... dead elf."
"I nub sure wut he wants? Wut means come home?"
[Syreena]
Syreena squats down at the table for a closer look at the paper.
She studies the drawings as Blood points them out, nodding at his
explanations of them. If there was any humor in someone like
Blood talking about studies and scholarly traits, it was lost on
her.
"Hm, I don't know," she says, in answer to the warrior's
question. "Maybe it means he wants to play ball some more."
[Chingaso]
Chingaso look at note. Very uninteresting mean, but Chingaso have
pocket fill with spice...
Chingaso glance quick around to see if Grolish anywhere near to
spoil Chingaso fun. "Well," say Chingaso, "This no horse or cat;
clearly Varimathrus. And elf with knife through head represent
Sylvanus. Plain as nose on face. Chingaso not know who write, but
is clear want help with plan invade throne room in Undercity,
perhaps want become new leader of 'deads."
Chingaso glance at confuse on face of Syreena, Skash and
Bloodscream and roar laughing inside self...
[Syreena]
Syreena frowns in confusion at Chingaso, then looks back at the
drawings.
"He's not a very good drawer then."
[Warneshi]
While on his way towards the guild hall, Warneshi was almost
knocked over by the same "mut" undead that he had tried so many
times to catch and tame. Like many times before however, the
undead ran into Warneshi, sniffed him, mumbled and ran off.
Warneshi grumbled as he walked into the guild hall, and was
surprised to see several Grims standing over some table, talking
about horses and cats and some elf, and oddly enough Varithramas.
Warneshi approached the table quielty, wanting to hear some of
the conversation.
"What iss it you are all jabbering about..."
[Chingaso]
Chingaso say Syreena, "No, not good drawer, but meaning clear to
Chingaso."
[Bloodsceam]
Bloodscream nods to Warneshi as he sits pondering the letter.
Hey Warn, dat crazy sneak wut left a note, I wuz gunna say I was
surprised he could write but den I saw it and well, I nub sure he
can.
*shows Warneshi the letter*
Tryin to sort dis out we is... nevamind da doodles, I nub tink
dey important.
Chingaso ere tinks he know wut dis means... do tell hunta, do
tell?
[Chingaso]
Chingaso glance at Warneshi. Chingaso wonder if Warneshi spoil
fun like Grolish...