((The goal for this thread is for every raider to be able to offer story snapshots or extended tales of their character's experiences with the Grim in Ulduar.
Don't worry about going in a particular order or following a timeline. Don't worry about posting more or less than others, or more frequently. You can write about any encounter, any experience. Feel free to contribute more as we get further in. And feel free to invent RP that couldn't happen because we were focused on the progression.
This is the opportunity for everyone to contribute to what we're going through in character where they might not get the chance.
Do consider, though, that if you use others' characters in your story, you should run it by them first to get their okay/suggestions. Collaborations are great, too!
Here's an example.))
This wasn't the first time he'd done this, and he was certain it wouldn't be the last.
After gunning a barrage that dropped the last of several of the gnomish air machines out of the sky, Qabian looked over his shoulder and grinned at Nymare in the demolisher's driver's seat. She smirked back at him and her voice came over his stone. "Ready to fly?"
He laughed. "Do I have a choice?" He turned his focus back to the gun again, still grinning. Finally, the way to the gate cleared and Brann's voice echoed around them, calling for evasive action. Qabian's grin twisted. There was very little evasive about the way the Grim assaulted this machine, at least about his part in the fight.
As the Leviathan moved towards the Grim in their vehicles, Qabian shifted less than gracefully into the catapult and nodded at Nymare. "Let's do this!" The next moment he was flying through the air. Whether or not he landed next to the turret due to Nymare's precise aim or the security mechanisms of the Leviathan itself, Qabian didn't take the time to analyze the difference. He set the turret before him and the one beside him on fire and let the magic flow through him. He smirked at Malkaris across from him and nodded once as the final turret crumbled beneath their combined magic. The Leviathan under them shuddered to a halt as it attempted to repair the damage to itself. Qabian braced himself as he went flying through the air yet again.
Thankfully, the dwarves had been sensible enough to provide parachutes, but as the mage neared the ground, none of the cyclists were in sight. Qabian cursed out loud in Thalassian. He shielded himself with ice to give the others time to pick him up, but none came by as the Leviathan rumbled into motion again and passed directly in front of him. Qabian winced as the block of ice around him shattered. Out of options and unprotected by any mechanics of his own, the aura pulsing through the Formation Grounds slammed Qabian to his knees and he blacked out.
It was the blood knight Gurthoira's hand that reached through the Light to pull Qabian back to the situation at hand, the Leviathan finally in ruins and the Grim sorting through the rubble for anything useful. The mage sighed and dusted off his robes, then glared at Gurthoira. "Wait a minute. Weren't you riding a cycle?"
The blood knight saluted him with a grin. Qabian cursed again, but this time under his breath as he limped away from the group, towards the gates that had opened to reveal the Leviathan. "Lightstealing bastard."