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Gallid's first trial.
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 5:51 pm
by Gallid
Gallid walks through the halls of The Grim, and tacks a note to his inquisitors barracks door.
Inquisitor Khorvis, this is Gallid and I have left you a present at the foot of your door to show you that I have completed my first Trial of Combat. Although I did need help from our priest, Lupi. Here lay the results of going to every Alliance city and killing what unexpected people may have been there. Although this was a challenge that took a while to complete, for having to wait in the shadows for just the right moment as to not alert the guards, I was able to show my strength and destroyed five alliance players in each city. I hope that you enjoy the present I have left for you.
Below the note is a box brown in color with a red tint at the bottom. Inside lay an exact match of what a heart looks like in a body but this one was different. It was different colors slightly larger as well. This heart was created by the twenty different souls that Gallid had taken from the alliance city's he had invaded.
Re: Gallid's first trial.
Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:26 am
by Khorvis
On an evening in Netherstorm, the Inquisition gathered atop the Stormspire. Khorvis had received Supplicant Gallid's package and prepared it for a special presentation before the others. It would be a fitting tribute to the souls the death knight had taken.
[Khorvis]: There do be one new soul beneath the Mandate that few of you have met.
Nathandiel yawns sleepily.
[Nathandiel]: oops
[Khorvis]: A death knight. Gallid.
[Khorvis]: His absence do be noted, but he did send to us a great gift.
[Khorvis]: The results of his first trial, for all of us good Grim to share.
Shaelie looked on curiously.
Ruuki nods slightly, having fought alongside Gallid on the battlefields.
Khorvis sets forth a great chest inscribed with the runes of the Grim. From within beats an unseen force.
Qarosimae watches the warlock as he passes by her through her spectacles, then returns her gaze to Khorvis.
[Khorvis]: Supplicant Gallid did be tasked with a great mission - to gut and remove the hearts of five Alliance bastards in each of their foul cities.
Ruuki peered closer, wondering what Gallid had sent them.
[Tazzuk]: Dat be a waste, why take out da hearts if ya don't eat'em?
Khorvis opens the chest and reveals a giant beating heart, stitched together from twenty victims.
[Khorvis]: Wise words, Tazzuk. Do you join me in this repast?
Shaelie looked at the heart and furrowed a brow.
Ruuki blinks in surprise, having never seen such a thing, and that it was pieced together and still beating...
[Tazzuk]: A hunta who not kill da prey got no right ta eat da flesh.
[Tazzuk]: Ol' Darkspear sayin'.
[Ruuki]: Then how do you feed your young, ill and infirm, who cannot hunt for themselves? *She shakes her head.* Others hunt and share in the kill.
Khorvis plunges a gauntleted fist into the abomination and pulls out a hunk of grisly meal. Blood ejects in a geyser that hits the top of Stormspire's arcane shielding.
Qarosimae eyes the heart-thing with a look of cool disinterest.
[Khorvis]: Any takers?!
[Inzema]: I don't eat necromancy-d abomination shit. I prefer my flesh fresh and still kicking.
Ruuki steps forward, using a dagger to carve out a piece for herself. She wipes the blade clean on a bit of exposed leather on her thigh, then sheathes it once more.
[Khorvis]: Lok'tar, Sister Ruuki!
Shaelie stared at Khorvis. "I will taste the flesh."
Khorvis thumbles his piece into his feedbag. It is followed by the sound of crunching and spray.
Qarosimae watches, the faintest hint of disgust on her otherwise still features.
[Khorvis]: Aye, join in this honest meal, huntress.
Ruuki bites into her portion as if it were jerky, ignoring the slight spatter of blood on her muzzle and tabard. "Gallid has done well."
[Tazzuk]: Hmph. Den dee are sayin's bout not lettin' a good meal go ta waste...
[Nathandiel]: I really do need a salad now.
Khorvis glances about the assembled Grim. There is the slight gleam of madness in his eye. Like a wild dog nipping at the edges of a freshly downed kodo.
Shaelie stalked forward, her eyes on the thumping, bloodied heart. Her own heart was thumping pretty hard by the time she reached the front. But she stopped before Khorvis and drew out a blade. And if he allowed, she also carved a piece from the offering.
Nathandiel chews on some [Starflower]s.
Tazzuk grabs at a piece that seems improperly attached, ripping a good hunk of it out with his bare hands.
Tazzuk mutters a small prayer to the loa in Zandali before feasting upon the flesh.
Shaelie cut away a bite sized chunk of the organ. It was slippery between her fingers, but she tossed it into her mouth and swallowed the chunk whole, supressing a shudder.
Tazzuk lets out a loud belch.
Inzema watches, silent.
Shaelie turned back to return to her spot. The adreneline rush kept her from losing the bite of meat along the way. By the time she reached the wall, she was grinning ear to ear.
Ruuki finishes her snack, and washes it down with a bottle of something she had in her pack. Her normally pink muzzle is stained dark from the blood.
Inzema whispers quietly to Shaelie.
Tazzuk offers leftovers to the Shadowblade.
Syreena eyes Tazzuk up and down.
Khorvis shuts the chest, the heart within spitting out less bloody by the minute and deflating like a child's toy pig-bladder.
[Syreena]: I don't want your leftovers.
Tazzuk shrugs and swallows the remainder whole.
Shaelie looked at Inzema and grinned. Then licked the blood from her fingertips, and faced forward again.
After the meeting, Bloodstar collected the remains of the trial for a proper abuse of Supplicant Kerala. Gallid's bloodlust might serve as a proper motivation for the Tauren to complete her own trial of combat.
Re: Gallid's first trial.
Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 3:48 am
by Khorvis
A message is delivered to Gallid's frigid chambers. Even in the youth of summer, the Supplicants' barracks are as dreary and hearthless as Deathknell. The note, in blocky orcish, reads:
Supplicant Gallid,
Your victory in the Trial of Combat does you great honor. Do not waste it in idle sloth. The second trial will sear into your mind the true nature of the Mandate and its glorious history. There do be three Grim that you will seek out. Of each of them you must learn some piece of our great past and taste their wisdom in the Mandate.
Reaper Gazreeth Goldteeth: Though this goblin do be a freshly forged Grim, his Inquisition may have been the quickest in living memory. Model yourself from this fellow death knight's pace.
Reaper Akorharil: This felmancer is a great commander of dae'mons from the Twisting Nether and the far reaches of some forgotten places. He will instruct you upon means. The means to our peaceful end!
Harbinger Malbrignon: The Artificer is an ancient thing, long attached to our banner. Few Grim possess knowledge of the Mandate's history greater than this forsaken. Tread carefully in his shadow...
Once you have finished your rounds, you will report your findings directly to my office in the Hall. One month remains for your trial to reach my desk. Lok'tar ogar, Supplicant! The Lash accepts no failures.
Khorvis Bloodstar
High Inquisitor