Grim Views

Yichimet looks around the fire at the assembled Grim: battered faces, broken limbs and scorched, scarred skin. He looks back to the fire and his eyes lose focus for a minute, and then he speaks:

"The world has ended, or is ending, brothers and sisters, and will be remade from this shattering. I will remember where I was when the earth shook and broken until the day I go to be with my ancestors...let us hear your stories. Where were you, and how did the breaking of the world affect you?"

(( Weekly story contest! Time to hear your tales, tall and small. Where was your character when Deathwing broke through?

See the Sharing the Fire sticky at the top of this forum for more information about the contest. ))

((Eternalnight is not one to tell a tale out loud. But she remembers. In the still slightly mad frame of her mind....she remembers this past week, and how it could sway her alliances in the future...))

Eternalnight sat a ways apart from the rest of the gathered Grim. She thought about the things that she had seen in the past few days...in the wake of the aspect's return.

She has been reading in her small dwelling near Brightwater lake. The ground shook. The air itself trembled. Every fiber of Eternalnight's being told her that evil was here...there...everywhere. By the Gods....it was like feeling the entirety of existence and the very fabric of Azeroth scream.

She wanted to survey the area...learn what had occurred. As she went from land to land, city to city, she was constantly reminded where she had seen destruction like this before.....Draenor...the battered collapsing Orc outlands....Azeroth...her home world...was now heaving in agony and tearing itself apart.

Nothing could be done to save Draenor...what hope did they have? So much rumors and talk from the doomsayer cults.... the end of the world....was...well....true...by her current sumation of the state of affairs.

Over..this is all over.

She sat quietly in the back of the Grim assembly. What now? Do they survive? Why? Survive for what purpose? The aspect would only spare his minions, if that!

Two more of the Grim came into the light of the fire. They told of tales of Mount Hyjal, where the rumors are that Lord Ragnaros returns! Eternalnight scoffed. Impossible odds!

To huddle and watch...a slow decent in misery.
To fight...lunacy.
To live...continue...that was goal was it not? How...how in all this upheaval...does one survive?!

(( Eternalnight wins this week! New thread up this evening. ))