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The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 3:02 am
by Kiryx
Trial One- Heads will roll!


The evening had passed about as Kiryx had expected when she entered the arenas in one of her finer dresses. Ever the gambler she banked on the curiosity of the leadership of Grim to allow her entrance, even if she did not fit the typical build for their ranks. As she entered another Elf was leaving, one Illithiriel Que'tinasi also known as Saelyth. The woman smelled of hay,sweat and various beasts. Kiryx knew right away she must be a scout with and inclination toward animal domestication, what some of the more uncivilized called "hunter". Silently she made a note to speak with this woman again, something about her and the way she moved remind Kiryx of a younger version of herself, though she'd never admit that to anyone. Surveying the room she spotted a few Forsaken, a male, two females and then another creature as well. The final creature was some sinister joke of mixed breeding gone horribly wrong. She finally decided the thing must be female as she observed it conversing and took a closer look. Pale pink skin,golden hair and bright blue eyes marked it as Sin'dorei but that was possibly where it had become something else entirely. The muscles along it's body rippled with power and it's face was sunken except the jaw which jutted forward and was adorned with small tusks marking it's Orcish nature. The Orc-Elf spoke with guttural,broken speech of an unlearned Orc but with a wit of an Elf behind those blue eyes. Rennal, as she soon found this creature was named, would definetly be useful in her time here amongst the Grim. She paid little attention to the Forsaken scattered about the room and focused on the one at the back table, the obvious leader amongst these gathered.

She took a seat directly in front of the female, fully knowing how brazen she appeared to the room by walking directly for their leader without a word. Smiling sweetly Kiryx introduced herself to the Forsaken woman, whom she suspected was the "Shadowblade". The conversation become a blurr of posturing and jabs at each other's expense with the male forsaken moving in behind Kiryx,making her more uncomfortable than she already was at being surrounded by unknowns without her armor. The male was later referred to as Atticus and if his stench alone was not bad enough his constant gloating and simple minded manner were enough to drive Kiryx crazy. As the conversation amongst the group carried on she moved her one hand absent mindedly toward her thigh where several daggers were strapped, not that she expected a brawl but who knew these days. The moment finally came when she must be accepted or tossed aside and in a moment of surprise for Kiryx the "Shadowblade" Syreena turned to the, silent till this very moment, mountain of a Tauren behind her. Kiryx supposed he was not particularly large for his kind but amongst so many of the smaller races he appeared a wall of strength in his silence. When he spoke it was short and with great power in his words,Kiryx was to be admitted. Syreena seemed to only grow more irritated at his decision but accepted it none the less, her lips curling lightly as she spoke. "Your first task is to bring me the heads of the Alliance,one of each race. You have one month."A month? A single month to collect so many races' heads? This was a daunting task for anyone,but of course Kiryx and her huge mouth had to make it far worse by boasting it would take her less than a week.

There she sat atop the Inn of Darkshire, a town in the Eastern Kingdoms belonging to the Allaince, and awaited her first victim. She had chosen to dispatch a Human first as they were perhaps the most difficult in their distrusting nature. She had waited until nightfall, not that she needed to mind you as this area was often dark even at high noon, and sure enough a lone drunkard came into view and headed out of town towards home. Her breathing began to deepen and her heart raced as she crept up behind the unsuspecting man. She lived for these moments, the thrill of the hunt and the fear in her prey as she caught them unaware. The long dirks at her side were in her hands n a mere moment, and a breath later she stood over the Human as he struggled for his last. Kiryx watched him dying, part of her wanting to end it quickly and be done with this meaningless task but the darker, more sadistic side of her wanted to savor the look in his eyes as he left this world. This part of the task was done and she dropped his head into a brown sack, that same look still on his face as she tied it shut.

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Next she was off to the north to find her next two victims, a Gnome and a Dwarf. Luck would have it as she rode that she would come acrossed a lone adventurer, a Draenei. She would be easy pickings for the assassin and so she dismounted and tied off her wolf to a nearby tree. Purple skin was covered in chain mail from chest to tail and her legs covered in plated armor. She would have to strike the Dranei Warrior quick, if the other woman found footing and unslung her shield it would be a rough fight and one Kiryx was not interested in partaking. Scaling a tree she waited as the larger form approached slowly, hooves clicking along the path. Kiryx drew her blades and dove for the back of the purple beast, her aim was true and a single dirk sunk into the back of its' neck, felling it in one blow. Grinning to herself she removed the helm as it spasmed and life drained from the warrior's face. Soon a purple head joined the pink one in the brown sack, two down and only four to go, well five if you count the fat fur balls.

Dun Morogh, a frozen wasteland of tundra, brutal winds and tall mountains. She had decided to try her hand at Kharanos, home to the Thunderbrew Distillery. A good assassin knows her prey and dwarves are famous drunkards, so she wagered she could find a dwarf or two that had a few too many and staggered into the snow to cool their heads. Sure enough not more than an hour or two after she took perch acrossed from the distillery did a red bearded dwarf come stumbling out of the dim lit area and into her clutches. Kiryx leapt down to street level and closed distance behind the pudgy drunk. She was mere seconds from leaping on the man when she heard yelling behind her, a quick look showed a single gnome bolting towards her and her prey. she had to act fast, it was now or never and she chose now. She jumped atop the dwarf, literally standing on his shoulder as she raining dagger filled hands upon him in a bloody and violent attack. Only too late did she realize that the approaching Gnome had not seen her, but was attempting to return the dwarf's hat to him. The little female Gnome stopped and starred in wide-eyed horror as her friend was ravaged in front of her own eyes, his blood spraying over the white powdered road. Kiryx looked to the Gnome her face covered in dwarf blood, that not covered in mask. The world slowed to nearly a stop as she charged the smaller target, still stunned by the display she had just witnessed. Only too late did the girl realize that she was Kiryx's new target and as she turned to run she too fell to the crimson stained blades of an elven rogue.

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Finally her favorite prey, a Kal'dorei or Night Elf if you will. Kriyx had taken a Zepplin to Orgrimmar and then rode to the North east toward Ashenvale, she knew well he ancestors homeland and she intended to match them on their own turf. Onward her wolf galloped at full speed but still she pressed at his sides with her thighs trying to edge out just a few more feet per stride. She past the war torn Barrens and moved out of the hot sun to the cool forest floors of Ashenvale. At the border she left her trusted mount and friend, he would be too easy to spot and smell amongst the flowery home of her distant cousins. She stalked the trees, leaping from one to the next,always withing sight of the path. Weaving deeper and deeper into the forest the path led and soon she neared Astranaar. Here she would find scouts and here is where she would find a light haired victim for the brown sack. Soon enough she found her mark, a young Sentinel that had foolishly strayed away from her post. The Kal'dorei's silver hair shone in the dark forest like a lamp and silently Kiryx envied the young woman's beauty and grace as she watched from above, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Long blue ears pricked at the distant sound of something and for the briefest moment Kiryx was sure she had been made but just as she made ready for a duel to the death she saw the noise maker. A large green mass moved through the floor cracking limbs and leaves as it walked, clumsily she might add. The male Orc growled and grunted softly to himself even unto the moment the first arrow struck his side. The Silver haired sentinel had another arrow notched and in the air before the brute realized he was in her sights, Kiryx watched a few breaths as the lumbering oaf charged and roared at the smaller Blue skinned female. Smiling to herself Kiryx dropped from her perch and moved into position behind the would-be huntress of night. The third arrow tore into the thigh of the Barbarous Orc just as the pale Elf pulled her blades and readied for her own attack. Proudly the Kal'dorei stood above the warrior, whom by the fourth arrow had collapsed on the ground gasping for air, and just as she opened her mouth to taunt the felled Horde twin blades appeared through her chest and instead she screamed out her last and fell to the earth beneath her. Kriyx wasted no time in removing her head and placing it inside her trophy sack, looking to the Orc she narrowed her eyes. "No Witnesses, sorry just business." Her words came out cold and almost sinister as her Elven covered daggers sunk into his head and secured the silence she needed for her task. Only two left now and without another thought she was back on the hunt.

The Padaren and Worgen were easy enough to obtain, furry mongrels always moving in packs. A simple snare trap and a few distractions and two more heads were added to the brown sack.The trophies were finally all assembled now and all that was left was to hire the right scum and have them delivered to the "Shadowblade". Kiryx hired a young Orc orphan, she had a fondness for the war torn and often hired them for her safer jobs to help ease their suffering with her coin of gifts, and the green girl dropped the brown sack at Syreena's feet rather unceremoniously and skipped out to collect her prize from the unknown woman. Kiryx would show sometime later in the same fine dress as the night Syreena met her, smiling ear to ear.

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:18 pm
by Kiryx
Trial Two- A woman's wiles.

Kriyx straightened her dress and then took a sitting position on a large boulder outside of the Brawl'gar arena. Atticus, or puss-bag as she had referred to him on more than one occasion, was on his way to collect the small piece of skin she had clipped from a similarly toned young Human. The Human girl was outside the city limits of South Shore when Kiryx happened upon her, fool. A poison dart and a flaying knife later Kiryx had her bit of flesh and the idiot would learn their lesson. Well she might learn her lesson if she didn't suffocate as her muscle collapsed on her ribcage due to the poison that inflamed them to such a degree she would be unable to move for weeks. She came crashing back to her senses as some ruckus caught her attention, her eyes darting about quickly, hand on a hidden blade but to no avail as the Orgrimmar guards had the matter well in hand.

Sure enough the Forsaken did show himself, gloating as he dismounted. She smiled sweetly and greeted him with his name, though when the word left her lips she could almost smell the disdain for him. He jabbered on about her being prissy and not fighting Alliance, to which all she logged was "blah blah blah, I'm a over zealous fool that knows nothing of who you really are beneath this mask." The skin was handed over and even though she almost grinned at her deception she held her mock contempt as he first sniffed and then licked at the patch of flesh. He grimaced and stared at Kiryx, somehow he could taste and smell that it was not her own carving and that fact unsettled her more than his stench. He began to demand to see the location of the slice, inspect her body with his own eyes. She though he had eyes anyhow, she couldn't be sure if what she saw were his eyes or even eyes at all. As they began to argue about whether or not he would see her in the buff, him demanding to see the mark and her calling him "lecherous" and "despicable" as she refused to let him "see her nude body", Syreena arrived. She asked about the skin she had ordered given to Atticus and Kiryx was adamant that she had given it and he was simply being a pervert, this seemed to appease the High inquisitor and Kiryx wondered how much truth lay in those words. Atticus quieted, mostly, as Kiryx and Syreena discussed why she had not joined the fray the night before and the receiving of her brown sack of heads. Satisfied with her answers Syreena gave Kiryx a new task, "Find the Merc and learn all you can about them." Her only hints being that the subject was Male and a member of The Grim. syreena began to walk away after her order was given and just as Kiryx turned to mock the disheartened Atticus the High Inquisitor called over her shoulder. " Oh and Kiryx, if Atticus gives you an Order it comes with my weight." The Undead grinned wickedly as she entered the Arena and disappeared from view.

"Fantastic!" she thought to herself, "this Forsaken fool is going to be ordering me about like some Orc peon on his first day of Hellscream foot massage duty." Well she had been partially right, in that Atticus wasted no time giving her an order. He wanted a new batch of flesh and this time he wanted to see where it was removed, no more excuses. Furrowing her brow she thought of where she might mar her unblemished body, hands,feet,legs,arms but definitely not her face or neck. Those areas were her money makers and they required pristine maintenance and regular scrubbing. The soft padding of little feet interrupted her thoughts and she looked skyward to see a beautiful Female Sin'dorei standing over her. Male'thia, the woman she had met a night or two past was staring right at her as if she expected some answer. Kiryx hadn't heard the question so she garbled something out quickly and hoped it would suffice until she could focus more clearly. Finally coming to back to reality she flashed a winning smile and offered the other woman a walk to discuss The Grim and it's meaning.After some hesitation and a quip about her being a lowly ranking Grim the other woman accepted and they strode off down the path together.

As they walked and talked a town drunkard, some balding and overweight Orc, began to follow them up the hill towards the northern end of town. The drunken fool made odd gestures and proceeded to undress and make humping motions but as the girls ignored him he lost interest and galloped away on some imagined pony. the conversation carried on for quite some time as Kiryx poked and prodded the stunning Elf about her life and The Grim, surprisingly Male'thia was an open book and spilled her guts like a freshly killed Kodo. As with all good things though this too came to an end and Male'thia mentioned heading home. Quickly Kiryx remembered her original reason for bringing her out this far from everyone else and asked her about this "Merc". Mal'ethia seemed to know exactly with whom she spoke of and called the man Feorn. Feorn was a supplicant like both women and from what Male'thia said, also a Monk. "Well, that was easy" she though to herself as her new "comrade" rode away. "Now to find this Feorn..."


Kiryx sat impatiently waiting for the mail carrier to arrive and take her letter to Syreena. She grinned wide as she read the note once more to herself...
Syreena,High Inquisitor:

Subject: Feorn-Male-Sin'dorei

Description: 5'10, 142lbs,Green eyes,White hair than has thinned and dryed as subject aged, Withered and creased face of an Elder

Brief History : Has fought for coin some forty plus years ever since the beginning of the Third War.claims an age defied by his eyes, though skin and callouses on hands appear to substantiate claim. As a former Sell sword subject has fought alongside all manner of creatures, notably two Kal'dorei. These Kal'Dorei are anmed Tarlithion and Adislliel Storm-Raven, also sell swords. During a mission believed to be easy money they were ambushed by an untold number of Forsaken under the banner of the "Crimson Watch". Adisilliel is believed to be deceased in this battle and currently Tarithion seeks Subject's head in payment. Subject has known contacts among "Blades of Lordaeron", most note-worthy being former wife of unknown name.

Analysis: Subject is non-threatening, seeking refuge from former business partners and fellow sell swords.

Special: This note is sealed with an immolation spell and will disintegrate after Two Minute in open air. Have a pleasant day.

~Agent Knight~

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 4:28 am
by Kiryx
Trial Two- A woman's wiles.
Chapter 2

The inquisitor had tasked her with a meet and greet of sorts among the more lengthily termed Grim. The task was simple enough, find two other Grims, ranked Adherent or higher. From them, learn who they are, how they serve The Grim, and what it means to be Grim. Ask them anything you like, and be prepared for them to want to learn about you as well. Child's play for any information broke and Kiryx fancied herself one of the best. So in deciding this task was too easy she would take it up a notch and interview as many as five Grim of substantial rank, including the inquisitor herself.

Soon enough the opportunity arose to speak with one of sufficient rank, Lilliana Bloodshine. The troll looked younger than Kiryx had expected, maybe nineteen or twenty at most. She had a strange speech pattern as well, and a weird tick of laughing at nearly anything and everything that was said to her or by her. At first it appeared the Troll was quite mad, but as the conversation wore on she was certain that there was far less insanity that anyone really knew inside the head of this priest. Lilly, as she preferred to be called, was gentle and kind on her exterior but something told the Elf that this was more about kindness to one's family than a simple love for all creatures. The Troll reminded her of a mother panther in the jungles of Stranglethorn, she had seen the cat give birth to three cubs one day and seen how the mother cared for her young. However when a perceived danger approached the cubs the panther was so enraged it became the most vicious animal she had ever seen.Lilly could easily become like this she wagered and envisioned her in such a froth enraged murder spree. They neared the topic of The Grim and Lilly yammered on in a hurried, possibly too loudly excited, tone as answer the questions. The fire haired woman rattled off her beliefs "The Grim means a balance for the war, a weapon that most wouldn't dare use while they waste time on politics. The Grim is family that are dedicated to peace through the only way they see possible". There it was, family, Kiryx had been right all along. With one down and four more to go she decided to rest for a time, the upcoming office hours ought to bring new candidates for her interviews.

Shattrath was positively abuzz with all the commotion from World's End. The inquisitor had played a heavy hand to many of the supplicants present, the first of which being Kiryx herself. She was posturing, like any threatened animal afraid to be overtaken by a younger and more cunning or stronger foe and the Elf knew it. She had been sentenced to yet another of the Grim as a veritable "puppy" to be lead about and order around, this time it was Elanderik. Elek, as he was also called, would be bound to her and her failure become his own if she was not brought to heel. "The nerve.." Kiryx thought to herself as she sat atop one of the ruined walls of Shattrath. "She called me onto the stage in front of everyone gathered to berate me,mock me and then hand me to another of the Grim like a slave. This will not go unmarred, that I promise you Syreena." In the midst of her brooding Elek came to mind once more. He had looked so concerned when Atticus, yet again, began antagonizing Kiryx about his skin payment. A payment that was never really deserved the first place but had been awarded simply out of spite and some long since dead memory that Kiryx had drudged up inside the inquisitor. In a moment that risked blowing her covered Kiryx had stormed forward and dropped the piece of skin in the Forsaken's hand but not before threatened to "gut him,break his legs and leave him in Arathi for the carrion". She sighed once more as she thought aloud again, "You fool. You know what I am, suspect what I am capable of and still you risk yourself in my defense." The next thought shook her to her core, the weight of it's truth frightening. She was more angry at how Syreena had treated Elek than herself. She wanted to protect him, against Atticus, against Syreena, and even herself. "I'll not risk your place here, this is your home. Have Faith in me."

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 4:16 pm
by Kiryx
Trial Two- A woman's wiles.
Chapter 3

Parchment, a simple invention with immense potential.

Kiryx looked over the reports she'd written for her Trial Of Revolve, proof reading one more time for errors. The letters were in her hand and the writing had an almost calligraphic feel to them, "perfect" she thought.She had to admit to herself, if no one else, that she had been a tad arrogant in this task. The High Inquisitor had assigned her two of the Grim to interview and learn more of the clan. Two was mediocre, beneath her and frankly not worth her time to even bother. So she had decided to more than double that assignment and interview as many as five of rank adherent or above and a few others of insufficient rank as well. In the end she had more than ten members that she was compiling dossier on currently and that thought pleased her more than she would ever let on to anyone else. So much information, so much profit in the details. Laughing to herself she stamped the final letter and delivered them personally to The High Inquisitor's office. Atticus had told her to bring them to him, but she didn't trust that "filthy,decaying sack of Kodo dung" with even the smallest task. She felt his brain was too addled and slow to do much more than swing wildly at a prospective enemy. Though she was surprised as his intrigue in spycraft and information brokering when she had spoken with him last. She couldn't think of that now, now it was time to set the final stage and await Syreena's reading of her letters.
Syreena,

I have interviewed Atticus, Dreadweaver of The Grim. He was hesitant to tell me anything of his past at first but did mention that he began life as Human. He once had a wife and child but they were taken by the plague, he knew many that lost everything or nearly so.I spoke with him regarding his place among the Grim and he serves as a slayer of Alliance and helping you sort out supplicants that he believes worthy of The Grim. Personally I find this distinction to be distinctly alarming, power corrupts and this one is drawn to it like a moth to flame. When I asked him of what The Grim meant to him he replied with "Grim be the only group what has the guts,resolve and talent to do what has to be done". This is a vague retelling of the Manadate and as such is neigh worthless. But I have completed this interview never-the-less.

~Agent Knight~
Syreena,

I have interviewed Lilliana Bloodstone of the Farakki. Lilly, as she likes to be called, is a Troll priest of The Grim. She told me little of her past life,dancing around the questions. She did mention she has been Grim for a very long time. When asked of The Grim she said "The grim means a balance for the war, a weapon that most wouldn't dare use while they waste time on politics. The Grim is family that are dedicated to peace through the only way they see possible". Family, I would like to believe her on this note but my experience tells me differently. I see only coiled snakes ready to strike and pains heaped upon pains and anger so seething you lose yourself to it's power. She is kind, often too kind but there is something darker in her. The dark inside her beckons at me, calls me to her side more often than I would like. Consider this interview completed.

~Agent Knight~
Syreena,

I have interviewed the Commander, Awatu Stonespire. Rumors tell tales of his anger and passion in battle as he ripped the arms from a foe. I asked him of his past and he told me the story of the Stonespire tribe. they were once a proud and strong people but have been brought low by dwarves or as he calls them "fatlings". The fatlings were sponsored by the Alliance for the profit they would bring digging up Stonespire lands and therefore heavily armed and unreasonable. He finds them "parasites" and feels they "taint the Earthmother".Awatu believe The Grim means peace to his people, to all people of the Horde. He said "A time will come when we will no longer be hunter,beaten or slain by others simply because of our birth vessel. So long as the Alliance exists, we will never know true peace". He believes the goal of the inquisition justified whatever means necessary, a sentiment I can not get behind I am afraid.He serves The Grim as Commander and general authority over all Grim, and truth be told I find a strength in him I could easily follow. I will speak more with him, especially about his totem necklace and golden ring. Consider this interview completed.

~Agent Knight~
Syreena,

I interviewed the triplets, Nehau,Dehau and Tehau. Neh seems to be the "leader" if you'd ask me, though just only a smidgen. I learned of the girls' favorite colors,their practises in combat and general personalities. They have a very literal view of The Grim and The Mandate. If only the world were as black and white as they saw it, perhaps things would be easier on us all." Only the mandate is important" they had said.Strong hate for "Pinkers" to the point of unthinking rage. they are highly inquisitive, almost cute in their quest for knowledge and the zeal they show in attempting to acquire said knowledge. They serve the Grim as combatants and general "gophers" and seem to enjoy their role. I consider this interview completed but I am interested in speaking with them again as they were the most entertaining.

~Agent Knight~
Syreena,

I interviewed you,Syreena, The High Inquisitor, The Shadowblade. You are a hardened woman and seemed to have lived a rough life, I can relate to this on a level most could not and respect you for your ability in the face of adversity. I learned of your past, of your father and his drunken ways. I learned of your sister and your fate being sold as gambling debts to a gambler and a pirate respectively. For you The Grim is your entire life, it is all you have known since the Dark Lady. You do not keep many friends outside the Grim, I suspect because you do not trust anyone not covered in the colors. In Outlands you were the Dreadweaver of rogues and during your time recruiting,training and watching over them they were some of the best among the Grim if not The Best. When you traveled to Northrend you were Commander for a short time but stepped down to assist the current High Inquisitor. Some time into your new role you found her inadequate, soft and opted to take the position from her, you succeeded and have been High Inquisitor ever since. With you as my final interview I have completed your task more than two times over and await your response.

~Agent Knight~

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:58 pm
by Syreenna
Syreena read the letters from Kiryx, and sat quietly for a moment, thinking. She was still wary of the elf she'd come to call "Prissy." She didn't trust her, and the feeling, she knew, was mutual.

She would keep her guard up and watch a while longer before deciding if this elf might ever truly be Grim.

She left the letters on Atticus's desk for his review.

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:23 pm
by Atticus
Kiryx,

This is adequate. Proceed to your Trial of Sacrifice.

- Atticus

Re: The story of how Kiryx became Grim.

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:59 am
by Kiryx
Story Arc on Hold until Further notice. The Character has been shelved for the time being due to conflicting points of view.