Grim Views

Astriana chugs down the last of her pint as she lets the parchment fall. The Grand Inquisitor's third trial is one of Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Her mind drifts back to her earliest memories. That desolate red landscape hotter than hell by day, freezing at night. Fleeing what seemed like thousands of Alliance who would have squashed her as a fly.

But how did I get there? she ponders. Where did I come from? Why can't I remember anything from my childhood? Astriana is the name engraved on the locket I wear but is this really my name?

She strains to remember and a smile comes across her face as another memory comes into focus. Haaaaalaaaaaa! She yells. Her first taste of blood. Her first Alliance blood. From that day on she would become the hunter instead of the hunted.

And this hunt would also be a hunt for her past with the hope of discovering who this Blood Elf they call Astriana really is.

How far she's come since that day. Her battle skills sharper than ever but yet no clues as to her past. Her mind races through the countless battles waged by the Grim in the past year, many hard-fought battles lost. What more could I sacrifice? she asks aloud.

The answer presented itself clearly to her in that moment.

There is no more need to seek out my past. I know exactly who Astriana is.

I am Grim.