Grim Views

Eternalnight sat in her small hut near Brightwater lake. She was annoyed. More annoyed than usual. She could hear the sounds from Brill...a town that use to be quiet, gloomy, and basically not a bother...was now filled with troops, townspeople, and races from the far ends of Azeroth.

She hated them. She just hated them all.

But she blocked the sound out a bit, and returned to her work on the table in her hut. She has a few books and some scrolls laid before her. The past months had been disappointing for her. First, the discredit at Dalaran for her prediction with Tirion. Then, the presence of the dragon Deathwing...which destroyed several locations where she was doing research. It had been a time to watch so much work disappear.

What she did have before her though, were a handful of books given to her. They represented what would have been years of work, even in the best of times. There were maps of the world before the first war, there were diary pages from Alonsus Faol himself, some taken as he was mentor to Uther.

So many pieces to the puzzles of the past...so many pieces of interest. All were given as a gift from a member of the Twilight order.
She remembered that meeting...the Orc had politely asked her for a moment of her time, forced the sack of books in her hands, and simply said "a mere gift for one that seeks knowledge, just as we do. If you wish more, wear this pin in the Valley of Strength on the third day of the Goblin calender, and we will contact you. We will ask very little from you, but something that is a valuable skill you have..."

The pin was a small brooch that was the shape of a crude hammer. Nothing ornate, but noticable...if you knew you were looking for it.

Eternalnight contimplated her situation. They would ask something of her. She would deny, or accept. She would receive more treasures of knowledge. Nothing ill would occur...she would either accept or deny...nothing ill could happen....

The meeting went better than she expected.....the orc had brought a friend with him...at first Eternalnight thought it was a small child, but then discovered it was a goblin...a terrible creature...

The two spoke well to Eternalnight...they offered two more pieces of interesting lore from the past, and even some minor trinkets. But the greatest thing...was some of the magic scrolls of the troll chief Var'gazul. Eternalnight knew very little of Var'gazul...expect he had been powerful, he had been Gurubashi, and he brought on the wrath of the sea gods...

But this magic and knowledge came at a small price...one Eternalnight was ready to pay...

"there is one that stands in our way..." said the orc in low gutteral tones. "One that you are loosely associated with. He offers powerful wards and protection...he can hinder our power and growth. This one...Wenstell....you must remove his linage to the troll magic and lineage. Use the items in these scrolls of Var'gazul."

Eternalnight was not ready to kill one associated with the Grim. Her life would be forfeit...at best. At worst, she knew she would probably become a tortured soul in a bottle on the belt of the shadow weaver, Greebo...

"We do not ask for his death...that is far too...simple..." the goblin spoke up at this point. "We require only a small alteration to him. This would be enough." The goblin then handed one more item..it was a book on the complete anatomy of goblins.

Eternalnight made her way into her hut at Brightwater lake. The hour was late. She was tired from her traverls, but she had much work to do, and she was eager to do it now.

She was about to turn a troll into a goblin.