Feast of Winter's Veil Treats for All

[Syreenna]

While singing a Winter's Veil carol, and humming over the words she can't remember, Syreena busily wrapped small gifts for each member of The Grim. She stopped occasionally to swat the white puffy tip of her red winter's hat out of her face.

For the Forsaken, she wrapped boxes that each contained three chocolate covered gnome toes or fingers.

For the orcs, Homemade Meat Pies....which were purchased from a goblin selling holiday treats. She wondered at calling something homemade when she didn't actually know if it was made in somebody's home or a goblin factory.

For the trolls, Honeyed Holiday Ham.

For each tauren, a Spicy Beefstick.

For each goblin, a bottle of Steemwheedle Fizzy Spirits.

For each Pandaren, a bottle of Greatfather's Winter Ale.

And lastly, for the blood elves, a bottle of Sparkling Apple Cider. To each of these bottle, the little rogue added a special potion made of a blend of alchemy materials and rogue poisons. She wondered, as she carefully screwed the caps back on the bottles, if it would actually kill any of the elves or just make them sick. Or maybe it wouldn't do anything at all, although that would be very disappointing.

On each festively wrapped package, she put a name tag. To the Grim member's name. From "The Grim".

Still humming, she went to the goblin's holiday delivery service in Orgrimmar, leading Buck, a goat she bought from the Tiller's. The baskets strapped to the goat's back were overflowing with the gifts.

"Deliver these presents to the members of The Grim," she instructed the goblin clerk as workers collected the gifts from Buck's back. "If anyone asks who it came from, just tell them it's a present from The Grim."

She paid the delivery fees, and without leaving her name, swung onto Buck's now empty back and kicked him sharply in the ribs a few times. The puffy white end of her winter's hat bobbed in tune with Buck's bouncy steps, and she hummed another carol on her way out of town.

[Frygyd]

(Beef for the beefy Tauran ... Niiiice. LoL)

[Atticus]

Addikus takes the box from the goblin courier, tears the wrapping and opens it.

"Uh," he says, "is...do that be a fingernail?"

The goblin stands before him, empty palm offered for a tip. Addikus dumps the contents of the box onto the goblin's hand and then walks away.

[Frygyd]

Delicate fingers gently set aside the round tea cup, it's outer shell decorated with the imagery of swaying bambou stalks gusted by a visible capricious wind, and the owner of said fingers looked up at the goblin courier with intent green eyes, "For me?" she asked as the parcel was shoved into her arms.

Nodding quickly while wiping it's grubby clothed forearm across it's nose the goblin extended it's other hand with palm bare waiting on the blood elf to offer the appropriate gratuity for the speedy delivery.

Smiling briefly, she was not accustomed to gifts after all, Frya looked over the neatly wrapped package before reading the label and raised her eyebrows curiously. From The Grim. Although in all likelihood it could have been from a person named 'Grim' it seemed more probable that this was some gift from the fighting guild. Had the Warlock actually organized a gift for each of the fighting force she wondered? And if so perhaps the Warlock would have tampered with certain peoples gifts. Warlocks .. were warlocks after all. Then again she pondered it was unlikely that he would allow himself to be implicated by such an obvious undertaking. Looking up at the goblin she drew a gold coin from a pouch secured inside her robes and pressed it into the creatures palm, holding it there with her hand possessively as she asked, "Delivered alot of parcels from the Grim lately?" and after the goblin nodded profusely she released the coin and it soon scurried off. Then it was from 'someone' who had sent many gifts out to at least a good amount of the Grim fighting force but depending on the manner of the gift perhaps from the guild leader and perhaps not.

Looking at the parcel now resting on the table before her, along with the remnants of her dinner she was enjoying at the tavern, she pondered the safety of opening it. With a few passes of her fingers she detected no ill magicks about the package and so she unwrapped it with a building sense of excitement. She didn't get many gifts after all so why shouldn't she enjoy herself?

Sibilent whispers giggled and chortled but she did her best to ignore them.

Drawing forth a clear bottle, engraved with the imagery of apples and snow flakes, filled with a golden liquid she smiled. What a lovely gift. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle and pouring the contents of her teacup out off to the side of her table she then poured a sampling of a sweet smelling cider into the now empty vessel. The liquid swirled for a moment as it settled in the depths of the cup it's surface sparkling pleasantly in the low light of the tavern. Screwing the cap back on the bottle and picking up the cup she inhaled slowly, ponderously with eyebrows raising slightly, turning her head aside she snorted out thru her fine nostrils a few times and then drew her nose over the cup and inhaled shortly three times in quick succession again sampling the scents that wafted upwards. Being an alchemist herself she soon became suspicious of the liquid. Though it was a mystery to her why certain ingredients would ever be added to an apple cider she doubted they were for her or anyone elses benefit. Most likely not from the Warlock. No, she decided, this was not a gift for her.

Standing from her seat she grabbed the neck of the bottle absently in her left fist, walked out of the quiet tavern and blinked down the street to a more rowdy establishment frequented mostly by Trolls celebrating this holiday season. Tables were laden with mugs, tankards, plates and bowls and far more bottles of all shapes and sizes than one could count with a single gaze. Her quiet presence did not draw much attention from most of the revelers as they were quite involved with their own boisterous celebrations and even if a glancer or two did see her wander in and out they did not notice she departed with her left hand now empty and an extra bottle now gracing a table amidst many others.

"Happeee 'olidays, mon." she murmured softly out in the cobbled street as she walked into a shimmering portal and then was gone.

[Greebo]

Squeezewrench was, quite frankly, getting a bit fed up. Greebo, Somewhere. the label said. Even with the technology available to the Goblin Post, she was having a great deal of trouble pinpointing her quarry. Dials spun and glowing spots moved hesitantly about a smooth surface. "It's as if the bastard was nowhere at all" she cursed. She look at her devices, at the sun setting in the distance, and at the blinking red light on her hearthstone that let her know she was late for the festivities already underway. She opened the package and saw three delectable chocolates amusingly shaped like fingers, and plucked one out to taste.

A hyena passed the roadside bush some hours later and stopped to smell. Nuzzling around the roots it quickly discovered and devoured two untouched delicacies and a box covered in chocolate, goblin spittle, and gnome flesh.

Some time later Greebo's thoughts resettled in his body and, not expecting any mail, did not concern himself with its absence.

[Thalevia]

Thalevia looked up from her book at the sound of a throat clearing. In front of her stood a tiny goblin dressed in Wintersveil finery, a jaunty red hat perched atop her plague green hair. In her hands she held a small box, wrapped neatly with a bright purple ribbon.

"You Thalevia?" The goblin asked, her voice soft and girlish.

"That would be me." She set the book down across her lap.

"This is for you." The goblin thrust the package forward into the warlocks hands and then held her own out for a tip. The musical sound of silver hit the goblins hand and she quickly vacated the premises.

Thalevia turned the package around until the tag was displayed and pondered its contents. It read: "To Thalevia, From The Grim". Never one to refuse a gift even one that seemed somewhat suspicious, she pulled at the ribbon to remove and and opened the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of tissue paper and foil were three small chocolate covered treats that looked eerily like toes. She whistled her felhound over and offered it one as a treat, which was quickly consumed. Smiling to herself, she closed the lid on the box. They would keep for a while and while she herself did not enjoy chocolate that much, her felhound loved the stuff.

"If only it has been signed by name, I could thank the giver and return the favour." She said out loud to no one in particular.

"Speaking to oneself is a sign of madness Mistress." Her succubus chimed in from the nearby desk where she was translating a tome for the warlock.

"So is communing with demons, yet I do so and am most assuredly sane Anriel." The warlock stood and tucked the box on a high shelf out of reach of the now begging felhound.

"As you say Mistress." The succubus returned to her translations, a small smile playing on her lips.

She returned to her chair and her book, the soft sounds of a quill scratching and a felhound settling in for a nap accompanying her.