A Grim Understanding
Soerinth, September 26, 2006
A simple house on the edge of Brightwater Lake
Soerinth walked into the house that he shared with Versklavt. The
simple worn table with only two chairs and covered in books and
pages that belonged to him, as well as the weapons and armor that
Versklavt had strewn about the table for both mending and
sharpening. He smiled softly under his cowl as he heard Naraxis,
Versklavts spider, crawl about the rafters and attempt to lower
herself slowly behind him and frighten him as was their usual
game. He waited for the proper time and when it was upon him
turned around suddenly and poked the swollen abdomen of the red
and green spider.
"Good to see you Naraxis" he said softly, his cowl blowing slowly
out as the words whispered from his mouth. It clicked
ecstatically to him as she dropped to the floor and skittered
over to the table appearing to jump in place waiting for him to
take his usual place at the table. He chuckled softly and slowly
made his way over to the table, his eyes glowing dimly above the
cowl as the only thing visible on his head. He sat down softly,
neurotically picking flesh chunks from his robes and placing his
Soul Harvester next to him at the table. He looked over at it
hearing the words it whispered to him. "Yes I know, I know. It's
ok, I promise."
Naraxis lay on the floor next to him, and slowly began to inch
one of it's many legs onto his lap without his notice. He smiled
softly again as he had expected such an action. He rested his
right hand on the leg and began to rub up and down on the leg.
Naraxis seemed to quiver with pleasure and settled down to sleep.
Soerinth turned his head to the table and examined some of the
pages and worn books he was attempting to repair on the table.
Some in demonic others in Draconic, and some Elvish. He looked
over at his Soul Harvester, "Lithitalia, I know what I'm supposed
to do. Now be quiet and let me do so." He pulled some of the
books closer to him and then sighed heavily and pushed them back.
"Lithitalia, I will do it. Just give me time to do so myself." He
continued to rub idly on the leg that lay across his lap and
looked around the house that belongs to him and his wife. Two
chairs sat unused in the corner covered in webs, if ever guest
were to arrive. A single window looked out onto a lake that
Versklavt loved so much. Behind him were the two guest rooms for
members of the Grim who wished to stop by on their many journeys,
and in front of him lay the room that he had shared many a night
with his huntress. He looked in the direction of the room and
sighed heavily.
"Lithitalia, leave me alone." he suddenly roared at his Soul
Harvester, and then hurled it across the room and listened to it
clatter loudly against the wall. His sudden out burst startled
Naraxis, and she skittered away clicking at Soerinth, escaping
into the dark rafters where she was comfortable. He called after
her retreating personage, "I'm sorry Naraxis." He walked slowly
over to the window and looked out making out the faint outlines
of Brill across the lake. He remembered the argument about
actually taking a place in Brill. He was however most
uncomfortable in cities, and avoided them as often as possible.
As he stared out the window he raised his hand to his face and
let his fingers hover above the cowl covering the lower parts of
his head. Feeling as this was a day for memories, and thought of
the day he had acquired those scars.
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Outside Astranaar
A marked 39 warlock named Soerinth walks the outskirts of
Astranaar warily, knowing that he was in danger. He stays mostly
off the path moving slowly and as silently as he can manage. He
listened as hard as he could for any approaching threats. The
woods abounded with the noises of insects chirping and birds
crying at one another. He was moving towards the next bush when
out stepped a Night Elf Hunter wearing what appeared to be the
entire Dragonstalker armor. Soerinth stopped in place, staring in
wonder at what this hunter would do having found such easy prey.
Soerinth had always attempted to make a peaceful resolution when
confronted by any form alliance, believing piece could be
attained through means other than war.
He waved at the hunter attempting to placate any violence that
might be ensuing. The hunter laughed at him. He bowed to the
hunter attempting to show that he recognized the hunter as being
superior and wished no ill will towards him in any way. The
hunter laughed again, and suddenly from behind Soerinth a rogue
jumped out of no where sapping him.
Soerinth was stunned and lay there having been hit by the blunt
object. The rogue and the hunter stood over his body laughing and
speaking to one another. Soerinth had studied a little Elvish in
an attempt to acquire peace, and he saw the first line of piece
being communication, and recognized a couple words they mentioned
to one another. "High Priestess" "orders". The only two words he
managed to discern from their fluent conversings. Then they
leaned down of him and pulled from their belts and they began to
stripe him of his clothing. He lay their in stunned silence and
they skinned his clothes from him. Then they grinned wickedly and
the pain started.
Several hours later Soerinth regained consciousness and saw bits
of his skin and flesh laying next to him. He couldn’t remember
exactly when he had lost his touch with reality, and finally
consciousness, but had been glad when he had. He dared not move
and ignite the furious pain that was dancing up and down his body
over and over. He smelled urine and fecal matter, and knew they
had violated him in more ways than pain. He knew he had to move,
he was easy prey for anything that would happen along. He had
remembered a stream near by and slowly began pulling himself
their by his semi-decent arm.
After several hours of struggling along he managed to dump
himself into the edges of the stream and lay their watching his
blood and skin, as well as the urine and fecal matter make their
way downstream. He lay their wondering at what he had done past
crying from the pain. He continued to lay their the pain bringing
him in and out of consciousness. After what may have been a day
or two of laying in the river he had healed naturally enough to
be able to sit up. He sat up and looked down at his body and near
fainted.
His body was riddled with gashes and rips and tears and most of
his flesh was gone. His entire body burned with pain, he looked
down into the water and drew back at the horrible visage that
greeted his curious reflection. The only discernable part of his
face he could manage to make out was his eyes. The rest of his
face had been tattooed with rough images of alliance symbols. He
cried and cried as he now knew he would never be looked into the
face as something normal, even amongst his forsaken brethren.
He remembered contemplating death, however he knew not how. He
just lay there for quite sometime. Days passed, even weeks. Then
he rose with much pain, and slowly began to limp to nowhere. He
had thought he could attain peace. He had never harbored hatred
towards the alliance, and had never made a aggressive move
towards the alliance.
He wandered the many cities in search of a reason for this
attack. He studied and studied his elfish in an attempt to see if
maybe they had let something be known as to why he had been
treated so. In his studies and translations, he came upon one
recurring word they had mentioned. "Grim" Over and over they had
spit it from their mouth with contempt. He had to know what
"Grim" meant. Then "Grim" stumbled upon him. He was hunting near
Hammerfall, when he was slain many times by some very angry and
very hostile alliance. He called out for help, and suddenly he
heard back. "I’m coming".
Up over the hill came a tauren druid who quickly dispatched of
the angry alliance with what seemed to be the simplest of ease.
He then stalked about in his cat form stealthy and silently
whitest it was possible for Soerinth to continue his killing of
water elements. The alliance rogue again appeared in an attempt
to slay him, when suddenly behind him the druid appeared quickly
slaying him with his quick and deadly attacks.
The rogue quickly gave up and moved on to easier targets, and
Soerinth was left gaping as the druid bid him farewell. This
druid was marked "The Grim" He had found what he was looking for.
He then pondered at every city he came upon of "The Grim". Many
things were said. Either they were looked upon with open disgust,
or hidden envy. They were know for their deep and burning hatred
for the alliance, and their disgust at any horde would consider
peace with the alliance.
He couldn’t believe that such a collection of horde existed, and
he had heard so little of them. He moved from city to city
quietly inquiring at every city of this collection of "evil"
horde. Amongst his many wandering where he had been shunned due
to his face, he acquired a cowl to cover his horribly marked
face. Finally when he celebrated his 48 mark of training he did
it. He joined "The Grim". He embraced the open killing of any
alliance, and left abandoned in the dust his misguided hopes of
peace through peace, and took up the banner of peace through
annihilation.
A marked 39 warlock named Soerinth walks the outskirts of
Astranaar warily, knowing that he was in danger. He stays mostly
off the path moving slowly and as silently as he can manage. He
listened as hard as he could for any approaching threats. The
woods abounded with the noises of insects chirping and birds
crying at one another. He was moving towards the next bush when
out stepped a Night Elf Hunter wearing what appeared to be the
entire Dragonstalker armor. Soerinth stopped in place, staring in
wonder at what this hunter would do having found such easy prey.
Soerinth had always attempted to make a peaceful resolution when
confronted by any form alliance, believing piece could be
attained through means other than war.
He waved at the hunter attempting to placate any violence that
might be ensuing. The hunter laughed at him. He bowed to the
hunter attempting to show that he recognized the hunter as being
superior and wished no ill will towards him in any way. The
hunter laughed again, and suddenly from behind Soerinth a rogue
jumped out of no where sapping him.
Soerinth was stunned and lay there having been hit by the blunt
object. The rogue and the hunter stood over his body laughing and
speaking to one another. Soerinth had studied a little Elvish in
an attempt to acquire peace, and he saw the first line of piece
being communication, and recognized a couple words they mentioned
to one another. "High Priestess" "orders". The only two words he
managed to discern from their fluent conversings. Then they
leaned down of him and pulled from their belts and they began to
stripe him of his clothing. He lay their in stunned silence and
they skinned his clothes from him. Then they grinned wickedly and
the pain started.
Several hours later Soerinth regained consciousness and saw bits
of his skin and flesh laying next to him. He couldn’t remember
exactly when he had lost his touch with reality, and finally
consciousness, but had been glad when he had. He dared not move
and ignite the furious pain that was dancing up and down his body
over and over. He smelled urine and fecal matter, and knew they
had violated him in more ways than pain. He knew he had to move,
he was easy prey for anything that would happen along. He had
remembered a stream near by and slowly began pulling himself
their by his semi-decent arm.
After several hours of struggling along he managed to dump
himself into the edges of the stream and lay their watching his
blood and skin, as well as the urine and fecal matter make their
way downstream. He lay their wondering at what he had done past
crying from the pain. He continued to lay their the pain bringing
him in and out of consciousness. After what may have been a day
or two of laying in the river he had healed naturally enough to
be able to sit up. He sat up and looked down at his body and near
fainted.
His body was riddled with gashes and rips and tears and most of
his flesh was gone. His entire body burned with pain, he looked
down into the water and drew back at the horrible visage that
greeted his curious reflection. The only discernable part of his
face he could manage to make out was his eyes. The rest of his
face had been tattooed with rough images of alliance symbols. He
cried and cried as he now knew he would never be looked into the
face as something normal, even amongst his forsaken brethren.
He remembered contemplating death, however he knew not how. He
just lay there for quite sometime. Days passed, even weeks. Then
he rose with much pain, and slowly began to limp to nowhere. He
had thought he could attain peace. He had never harbored hatred
towards the alliance, and had never made a aggressive move
towards the alliance.
He wandered the many cities in search of a reason for this
attack. He studied and studied his elfish in an attempt to see if
maybe they had let something be known as to why he had been
treated so. In his studies and translations, he came upon one
recurring word they had mentioned. "Grim" Over and over they had
spit it from their mouth with contempt. He had to know what
"Grim" meant. Then "Grim" stumbled upon him. He was hunting near
Hammerfall, when he was slain many times by some very angry and
very hostile alliance. He called out for help, and suddenly he
heard back. "I’m coming".
Up over the hill came a tauren druid who quickly dispatched of
the angry alliance with what seemed to be the simplest of ease.
He then stalked about in his cat form stealthy and silently
whitest it was possible for Soerinth to continue his killing of
water elements. The alliance rogue again appeared in an attempt
to slay him, when suddenly behind him the druid appeared quickly
slaying him with his quick and deadly attacks.
The rogue quickly gave up and moved on to easier targets, and
Soerinth was left gaping as the druid bid him farewell. This
druid was marked "The Grim" He had found what he was looking for.
He then pondered at every city he came upon of "The Grim". Many
things were said. Either they were looked upon with open disgust,
or hidden envy. They were know for their deep and burning hatred
for the alliance, and their disgust at any horde would consider
peace with the alliance.
He couldn’t believe that such a collection of horde existed, and
he had heard so little of them. He moved from city to city
quietly inquiring at every city of this collection of "evil"
horde. Amongst his many wandering where he had been shunned due
to his face, he acquired a cowl to cover his horribly marked
face. Finally when he celebrated his 48 mark of training he did
it. He joined "The Grim". He embraced the open killing of any
alliance, and left abandoned in the dust his misguided hopes of
peace through peace, and took up the banner of peace through
annihilation.