Nalu's Trial of Combat report.

[Nalu]

*Early in the morning Nalu left her report in the message board, before heading to battle in Ashran. The report reads as followed*

It came as a surprise to me that Wordbearer Leju'yin called me to battle against the alliance scum in the battlefields after one day of being a supplicant, nevertheless I was eager and a little nervous to prove my mettle in battle.

Earlier that morning I had a malfunction in the magical device we use to communicate in battle -due to a fight with a tasty mage gnome- so it made a little difficult to communicate and coordinate with my sisters and brothers. Desperate that I could only grasp some commands from the Wordbearer, I had to rely heavily on my instincts, and stay as close as I could of Inquisitor Ruuki. Despite the chaos, I found inspiration fighting alongside the veterans of The Grim in Gilneas, claiming a victory, although things got complicated and lost some resources. Later that day, Leju'yin led us to the Silvershard Mines, were unfortunately, we could not claim a victory. A minor setback, of that I am sure.

*A thousand paces away from the Grim Hall, in the Ashmaul Burial grounds Na'lu empowered by the ancient artifact she came across in the Molten Quarry stalks her prey... her favorite prey, a clueless gnome, unware of the giant tiger prowling. As the life abandon the hideous creature, blood spiling like a red river from the torned face and neck of the gnome, Na'lu, in what could pass as a grin, craves the next hunt with their new guild*

[Neevah]

Ruuki was very pleased to see the report up, and she read it with great interest, nodding. She remembered the tenacity displayed. Not every battle would be won, but it certainly wasn't for lack of strength. She penned a short note, tacking it up alongside the report.

"Nalu,

You have done well, completing a task that many attempt and fail. I will give you your next assignment tonight.

-Inquisitor Ruuki"

[Leyujin]

The troll warrior sauntered along the halls of the guild fortress until he reached his destination. Pausing by the wooden board, stretched over with leather, he leant forward and quickly perused the report, and note. Snorting once in satisfaction, he took an Arakkoa quill from his waist, dipped it in ink, and scrawled across the bottom of Ruuki's note only this:

"Not Bad.

—Wordbearer Zeysoga"