Grim Views

Svetlaena Quel'Ivan collapsed on her bed with the recording device in hand, still breathless from fighting in the strange, otherworldly battlefield. A few moments of zoning out later, she was processing every second of what she had managed to capture-- undeniable proof of Alliance soldiers, thrown out of control of their own beings by her magic and forced to leap from great heights, or at times, into the Nether.

Hours later she would have it ready. A small box, the images contained within drawn from what she had obtained on the field. There were a handful of Alliance insignias inside as well, from those she had been close enough to and snagged from their armor before sending them to their doom... as well as a note.

http://imgur.com/a/5s2YX#5

Ashenfury,

I believe this meets the criteria of your request.

Peace Through Annihilation,
Svetlaena

Ashenfury looks at the perfectly drawn pictures and pokes each one in an attempt to gain an understanding of them. He holds the block to his nose and sniffs it... then he sniffs the other side. Somehow these tiny frozen and dead alliance have no scent!!! Ashenfury holds the box to his ear and shakes it... after hearing no sounds he shakes it furiously and hobbles off completely absorbed.