Grim Views

Ashenfury sighed as neared the mountain at which he tests his Supplicants. Today she-elf-thing will be questioned about her loyalty to the Horde. Ashen's axes were parched with thirst. In combat he has to make a choice: Either he mends bones and hears the whispers of his ancestors or he taps into his feral blood lust and the spirit wolves fight by his side. Suffice to say he was quickly growing tired of listening to long dead Orcs while he mended bone. If she-elf-thing comes back then he may not have to hear the story of how his grandfather broke his leg riding a stolen griffin for the 1,000th time...

Ashen brought the goblin rocket to a rest as a large ancient looking drake landed quietly behind him. Ashen nodded at the drake and set off to the bridge where his Inquisition always begins. As he left he could hear the drake shape into Knithawk and the mage beginning to draw and chant the runes of summoning for the other members of the council.

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OOC: I am going to ask Bryii to fill in the next post.
OOC: So don't post behind this yet please.
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It was late in the evening of Orgrimmar, sipping on a nice glass of port in a local tavern I sat and waited. Waiting for an old Shaman friend to contact me with my hearthstone. We always kept in contact after I left the organization. I finished my wine and conveniently seeing my hearthstone glow at the same time, it was Ashen calling for me. I left the tavern and whistled for my Drake, petting the drake lightly as it landed I gently hopped on her back and pursued for Ashen.

I finally had met up with Ashen, just seeing him again made me feel warm inside. Even though he's not good with words, his heart is kind and understanding. We took a walk up a mountain to where he did his spiritual training as a Shaman. The mountain was high and steep, kind of made me nervous. He explained to me how the Grim works like a mountain and for the most part I understood.

We had finally made it to the top of the mountain, my eyes widen as I was surrounded. Leyuijin, Knithawk, Demi, Mohan and Malebrignon where all there looking at me with confusion, anger, question and a slight happiness. They all questioned me thoroughly and I answer ever thing truthfully, even though I knew deep down they did not trust me...except Ashen. They all came to a decision and said that I may stay, but they are going to keep an eye on me and Ashen is going to put a choker around my neck to see and to know where I am.

Deep down I was so relieved and happy and the others they were mainly content...except Knitty. He does not like me anymore which is a shame because I liked him a lot, he was so sweet. Lastly Ashen asked me to obtain rebirth. I was ordered to kill myself and jump off a cliff, I looked down seeing how high it was and quickly stepped back. I looked back at the others as they waited, I turned back around and closed my eye's and walked off. I don't remember anything except pitch black, I was then risen and regained consciousness.

All were around me and then nodded and took off. I am reborn. I will not let down Ashen, he is more then Grim...he's a friend.

"Another waste of my time, I am sure." The Malebrignon grumbled at nobody in particular as the familiar particles of summoning magic began to surround him. A second later and he was atop a familiar peak in southern Durotar. He took note of the presence of Leyu'jin and realized he might have actually been called upon for something important. Upon seeing the traitor, Bryii, this optimism fled. The Artificer had adjudicated many forgivable and atonable transgressions against The Grim over the years, but this one was unique. It had pursued what appears to be a false Mandate.

"The truth of this must be pried from her brain..." he mumbled in the gutterspeak of the Forsaken, lest thinking aloud reveal his true intentions. Many questions were asked of the traitor. Even while asking his own, the Malebrignon paid little attention to the responses as he attempted to peer within the very soul of the blood knight. This was an exercise in futility, of course, but he chose to attempt activation of new powers over listening to the mewling of the tiny elfling. Besides, there was only one way to fix this creature, and the Fantastic Machine had not yet been tested.

Finally, the prisoner stopped screeching and Brig was called to council with the others. It was obvious they were going to allow it another chance. "We must break it down and completely rebuild it, you understand? There is hardly a shred of useful material here. Still, if you are willing to make the effort, I will not be the sole voice of dissent."

His decision made, the old necromancer grasped his hearthstone and took his leave.
"Besides," he added to himself. "I will need a test subject soon enough and I doubt the High Inquisitor will give me her pet rogue for a trial."