Grim Views

"Warlock,
Welcome to the shadows. Prepare to abandon all that you hold dear in the service of The Mandate.

I have a simple thing for you to do - bring the me the blood of our foes that I may craft for you a tabard. For the red, a blend of the blood of each alliance race. For the black, the ichor of a lich - Amnennar the Coldbringer. Bring me the blood and proof of each kill, as well as three pieces of Felclothh and one spool of eternium thread. Bring me a report to go with the vials.

Your humble and obedient servant,
Greebo, Twice-Made, Wyrmrest."


A courier hands you an apothecary's satchel. Inside, you find six vials of blood, and one vial whose contents seem to radiate darkness and evil. Along with the vials is a hastily-written report detailing their acquisition...

Noble Inquisitor,

Enclosed are your "dyes." For the purpose of security, I will deliver the cloth and thread to you personally. Below, for authentication and for your entertainment, is a detailed account of how I acquired each ingredient, along with artist depictions, courtesy of my talented but otherwise useless minion, Garham.

My first target happened along by chance. I was enjoying the scenery of the Eastern Plaguelands...
When I spotted a Dwarf from afar. The Dwarves of Ironforge had always angered me. Their Explorer's League hoards powerful artifacts and items, only to let them gather dust in museums. Before I knew it, my vision turned red as I watched the smug Dwarf waddle off, no doubt to do the bidding of the Argent Crusade. My Felguard Shaazekeel charged, and I flung a flurry of curses and spells. The Dwarf, although tough, was no match for the wrath of the Twisting Nether. He sought refuge in a nearby lake, only to be cleft to pieces by Shaazekeel's axe. I swam through the reddened lake to collect his blood.
I spotted my next target whilst collecting herbs in the Badlands. A haughty human mage. A pawn of Stormwind and a minion of the Kirin Tor.

As strong as her magic may have been, she had never seen true power...
At least, not until it ripped her soul apart.

My opponent defeated, her blood was mine for the taking. ((Continued in next post))
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It wasn't much later that my exploits apparently caught the attention of the Warchief. I was called upon to fight in the battle of the Eye of the Storm in Outlands, and the battle for Arathi Basin. It was in these battles that I easily obtained the blood of the remaining four races of the Alliance.
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My task was nearly done. I gathered a group of meatshields and ventured into Razorfen Downs, the first and only Scourge outpost in Kalimdor.
After blasting through hordes of undead, pig-men, and undead pig-men, I finally laid eyes on my prey, Amnennar the Coldbringer.
There took place an intense battle, resulting in the deaths of most of my allies. Although weary, I managed to summon forth the fires of hell for one final blow, bringing about the death of the lich. A black globe of ichor lay where Amnennar had fallen. Careful not to touch the ichor with my bare flesh, I gathered a vial and quickly made my way from that place.
Meet me at a convenient time for the Felcloth and Eternium thread. I am eager to lay waste to my enemies whilst proudly wearing the colors of The Grim.

~Aleistair the Fallen

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