I slipped and fell today. And instead of feeling embarrased and hastily looking to see if anyone saw I let out a huge laugh. I had slipped on the blood-slick grass of Warsong Gulch. I picked off some neon green gnome entrails and stood there looking at my fellow Grim. We had slaughtered many Alliance that day and the gore filled scene wouldn't soon be forgotten by any left alive.
This battle marked my Trial of Combat with the Grim. We fought well and together as an elite team head on with alliance on the battleground. Lead by Durma and Malanath we secured victory by stealing the Alliance standard three times. With their ranks decimated and their spirits broken, they retreated that day utterly defeated. As a reward for my work on the team, I was given the title of Seargent.
-Nohr
