Grim Views

((Tiny OOC note-Spelling errors seem to have been fixed very sloppily. The date on this first note pinned in the guild hall appears to be dated about four months ago.))

It had been a week since I had given my Inquisitor Ryanica the items to make my Grim tabard; she had introduced me to The Mandate, which I thought made me at home in The Grim with my recent loss so I was eager to find out what task she would give me to next prove myself.

Kill Draenei shaman, a male and female.

Goats, from the stars, pretending they knew about the elements of this earth-disgusting. They should be food and tents. I eagerly agreed to the task, and set about keeping a keen eye out for these 'shaman'.

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At the Darkmoon Faire a cry was heard-'THE DARKMOON RABBIT IS HERE! LET'S GET IT BEFORE ALLIANCE DOES!' Music to my ears, much better than the pting pting of the silly little tonk shooting. Preparing to kill a little bunny with a bad reputation, I rounded the corner onto the cave's beach to find that corpses and skeletons littered the scene. Alliance and Horde were just a large mass surging in and out of the cave with only a tiny flash of red to prove that the next victim had been taken. I jumped into the fray too quickly as I always do, only to find the tiny but very bloody rabbit fly directly at my throat, and the world went black.

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Coming to in the graveyard, carnies standing around laughing at everyone regaining consciousness there, I realized that the bunny might be a bit more problematic than I thought. As I was running back to the cave preparing to fight a two-sided fight against equally-deadly opponents I ran into someone and fell over, stunned. I shook the fog off my head and looked up to see a male Draenei. One quick glance at his gear as well as his weapons and aura told me he was not only a shaman, but was enhanced for combat as I was. I licked my lips-excellent.

Combat lasted less than a minute as fire and blades were thrown back and forth, ghost wolves rabidly snapping at each other and their opposing masters. I finally landed a blow to his backside with the flat of my armblade that apparently sent his cowardly butt running off into the island woods. I looked around trying to find him, but only heard my fire lap at him and his death-howl of pain. Fire hurts like a bitch.

Rummaging around the dark, dank forest to find evidence of his death, I suddenly heard behind me a honking-snorting-thing noise. I turned to see the pitiful goat run from me towards sure death at the hands of the Demon Rabbit. Grinning at his flight, I looked a bit further in the bushes to find the charred stub of his tail. This should make a decent trophy! I sat back and pondered how to find a girl-goat...I guess hay is out of the question.



**Pinned to the bottom of the note is the end of a distinctly blue tail tip, almost perfectly charred about a foot away from where its body would have been.**

Time passed and it seemed like the elements had been so disturbed that they wanted to take me down with them.

In the aftermath of Deathwing's assault on the world the Earthen Ring, who I had been assisting peripherally, asked me to assist with working to re-balance the elements so the planet could heal. Even though I was in the presence, mind and body, of some of the greatest shaman in history, I felt the elements lap at me like the hurricane-sea my father used to futilely try to fish out of. Earth surged, water burned, fire blew, and air drenched. My head spins just remembering this.

Several of the healers noted how the proceedings were affecting me and begged me take my leave to heal away from the gaping chasms still inside the earth. Sleep, meditation, practicing battle-nothing seemed to help the disturbance that was gnawing at my soul. Only the revelation of the home of the legendary Pandaren broke my heart-fever. I hastily set off to the new continent, sensing its lands to be free of the taint of Deathwing, the air to be pure and dew-laden.

More training and new techniques that Pandaren shaman had used for centuries awaited me, my body hungry for something new and unbroken...

Learning about Pandaria during my training had been pleasant; the earth, however, felt....alive. A joy that soothed my chapped heart and parched soul. These monk fighters the Pandas had, they were very interesting. They neither harnessed the powers of the elements nor used them to aid in battle; where we communed with the elements, they didn't talk so much as let the elements pass through them. Their 'gods' were 'august' beings, each obviously representing an element, but the monks didn't ask their guidance, just love and protection. The peace that I felt here, in Pandaria, was the first I'd felt since that damnably insane dragon tried to destroy everything. In spite of my eyes remaining quite open however I only once caught a glimpse of a female Draenei shaman, and we passed like Loa drifting in the night.

Traveling amongst the Pandas, I wanted to punch Nazgrim in the head-him playing the arm of Garrosh was just working towards wreaking more havoc among the bears than they already had with the return of the Sha and other darker forces that had been kept separate from them for thousands of years. I should have let him drown, I thought; then I realized I still could fill him with water like an empty chalice. He was just as much a glorified foot soldier as I was though so I gritted my teeth and pressed on into the continent and its beautiful secrets.

After I completed training the Pandas asked me to help out a number of their defensive groups with beating back their enemies, particularly the securing of their sacred Vale. The 'defense' was a daily battle to keep the rough stone Mogu (who I oddly could not feel an earthly pulse from) at bay in limited areas of their beautiful retreat. It was on one of these days, assisting the Golden Lotus, that I finally found her.

Deep in the heart of the Vale, where spiders still somehow found their way there to roam with their hideous legs and dripping maws, we were both cleansing the area of the nasty creatures. I moved to fight her as she started blowing up another spider. Fair combat, I remember, so I helped her defeat the spider before I attacked. When I finally did, her lava bursts and lightning were no match for my focused strikes and my puppies.



As I was dusting myself off and preparing to finish the Lotus task, I saw her again, this time with a gnome. Mmmm, gnome.

The thought of the gnome on a stickfine piece of linen,must have distracted me because within seconds of the little goat girl point at me and yelling 'Moim!' and something 'ras burr blah blah, he had nearly reduced me to cinders with priestly magics. While pondering my extreme burning by this tiny mushroombeing, I asked the guild for help. This proceeded into a discussion over hearthstones with several guildies about why gnomes are vegetables and are grown in fields (or as one unnamed undead said, 'I think they're animals. Like vermin But they still make good snacks!')



I scraped myself off the ground, thoughts of delicious recipesgnomes on the end of my maces vivid in my head, I went about trying to prepare to fight the mighty midget. I had just changed my gear into more appropriate armor when this 'Moim' came flying out of the spider-filled trees yet again, splashing my face across the rocks, the little goat clapping and laughing as my vision blurred and was replaced by the dark nether-plains.

Realizing I was outclassed and hungrymad, I hurredly put myself back together, finished the task the Golden Lotus had assigned me, and was about to take leave of them when the tiny appetizerpriest reappeared. I quickly mounted my Cloud Serpent Ta Jey, but a strike of bright energy struck me and I was thrown off Ta Jey through the air, and into the mud next to Whitepetal Lake where I neatly landed on my face.

I got up and wiped the grime off my face....and saw a surprised Mogu with several saurok mindslaves all staring at me in copied disbelief, but before I could think of anything else I was again in the spirit realm, my body beaten and in need of some serious medical attention.

Hobbling back to the Shrine to find myself a healer, all I could think to say was 'how will I clean my armor?' The answer for mail, apparently, is to put it in a bucket of sand and roll it around. At least, that's what guildmates said. Guildmates who don't wear mail, and weren't hungrymad.

And my trial by combat ends. I hope. I don't want to land like that again, EVER.



((OOC Note-this happened. Seriously. I wish I had taken more screenshot but apparently I didn't. I at least have proof that Moim is tiny and evil!))

[[ edited by Greebo to make this OOC

HAHAHA, MOIM?!

Hes a real good friend of mine.

We rolled together on alliance for a long time.

((I'll still sneak off to play with him sometimes))

Oh thats funny, I am definitely pointing him to this post.

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